Tom Linkhorn was a little over middle height, with long muscular arms, and the corded neck sinews which tell of great strength.

He had a shock of coarse black hair, grey eyes and a tired sallow face, as of one habitually overworked and underfed.

His jaw was heavy, but loosely put together, so that he presented an air of weakness and irresolution.

His lips were thick and pursed in a kind of weary good humour.

He wore an old skin shirt and a pair of towlinen pants, which flapped about his bare brown ankles.