A heavy shawl of dark red was wrapped around his shoulders, and beneath his broad-brimmed hat a red woolen comforter covered his ears, cheeks, and chin.

His thick hair and a thick beard clothing his entire face were a flaming red.

The whole effect of the man was somewhat startling, but when he saw Dick looking at him in curiosity his mouth opened wide in a grin of extreme good nature.
"I guess you think I'm right red," he said.

"Well, I am, an' as you see I always dress to suit my complexion.

Guess I'll warm up the road some on a winter day like this." "Would you mind my callin' you Red Blaze ?" asked Sergeant Whitley gravely.
"Not-a-tall! Not-a-tall! I'd like it.