But for my part, I had much rather see two men pummel each other." "So would I, for that matter." McQuade pushed the match-box toward Warrington, but Warrington drew out his own and struck a light.
McQuade shrugged.
"Mr.McQuade, I am interested to learn what is back of your note.
Horses ?" "No; not horses." McQuade viewed the young man through half-closed eyes.

The contractor was a big hulk of a man, physically as strong as a bull, with reddish hair, small twinkling eyes, a puffy nose mottled with veins, thin lips shaded by a bristling red mustache, and a heavy jaw.

The red fell of hair on his hands reminded Warrington of a sow's back.

Everything about McQuade suggested strength and tensity of purpose.

He had begun work on a canal-boat.