Then, in the glow of our lamplight, came the sergeant-major standing spraddle-legged in front of us.
He was a man of medium height, in clean white uniform.

The first thing I noticed about him was the high cheek-bones and murderous blue eyes, like a pig's.

His general build was heavy.

The fair mustache made no attempt to conceal fat lips that curled cruelly.

His general air was that most offensive one to decent folk, of the bully who would ingratiate by seeming a good fellow.
"'nabnd, meine Herren!" he said aggressively, with a smile more than half made up of contempt for courtesy.