Diego must have put an extra crimp in mane and tail, for the waves were beautiful to behold; he had surely polished the hoofs so that they shone; and nature had done the rest, when she made Surry the proud, gentle, high-stepping animal he was.

Jack wore breeches and jacket of soft, white leather--and none but Bill Wilson knew what they had cost in time, trouble, and money.

A red, silk sash was knotted about his middle; the flaming, crimson tie fluttered under his chin; and he was bareheaded, so that his coppery hair lifted from his untanned forehead in the breeze, and made many a senorita's pulse quicken admiringly.

For Jack, think what you will of him otherwise, was extremely good to look upon.
"Heads for Don Jose!" A Mexican dollar, spun high in air from Dade's fingers, glittered and fell straight.

Three heads bent to see which side came uppermost, and thousands of necks craned futilely.
"Don Jose will choose his starting-point," Dade called out.