About his fat neck was a black stock, with just a suggestion of soiled linen showing above it.

His figure was corpulent and unwieldy.
The man saw a boy of perhaps ten, barefoot, and clothed in homespun shirt and trousers.

On his head was a ruinous hat much too large for him, but which in some mysterious manner he contrived to keep from quite engulfing his small features, which were swollen and tear-stained.

In his right hand he carried a bundle, while his left clutched the brown barrel of a long rifle.
"You don't belong in these parts, do you ?" asked the judge, when he had completed his scrutiny.
"No, sir," answered the boy.

He glanced off down the road, where lights were visible among the trees.