But any one who paid him well could trust him, according to the ancient state of things.

To look at him, nobody would even dare to think that money could be a consideration to him, or the name of it other than an insult.

So lofty and steadfast his whole appearance was, and he put back his shoulders so manfully.

Upright, stiff, and well appointed with a Roman nose, he rode with the seat of a soldier and the decision of a tax-collector.

From his long steel spurs to his hard coned hat not a soft line was there, nor a feeble curve.
Stern honesty and strict purpose stamped every open piece of him so strictly that a man in a hedge-row fostering devious principles, and resolved to try them, could do no more than run away, and be thankful for the chance of it.
But in those rough and dangerous times, when thousands of people were starving, the view of a pistol-butt went further than sternest aspect of strong eyes.