He was fascinated by the stern, dark countenance.

The face of the unlettered mountaineer was cut sharp and clear, and he had the look of one who knew and commanded.

In war he was a natural leader of men, and he had already assumed the position.
"Don't you agree with me, colonel ?" he said over his shoulder to some one.
"I think you're right as usual, General Forrest," replied a voice with a cultivated intonation, and Dick started violently in his bed of snow, because he instantly recognized the voice as that of his uncle, Colonel George Kenton, Harry's father.

A moment later Colonel Kenton himself stood where the moonlight fell upon his face.

Dick saw that he was worn and thin, but his face had the strong and resolute look characteristic of those descended from Henry Ware, the great borderer.
"You know, general, that I endorse all your views," continued Colonel Kenton.