There is nothing his soul takes so much delight in as the process of getting hot and very dirty, and, if convenient, somewhat sanguinary.

You cannot educate the manliness out of him, try as you will; and for such blessings let us in all humbleness give thanks to Heaven.
This was the bringing together of Jack Meredith and Guy Oscard--two men who loved the same woman.

They knelt side by side, and Jack Meredith--the older man, the accomplished, gifted gentleman of the world, who stood second to none in that varied knowledge required nowadays of the successful societarian--Jack Meredith, be it noted, humbly dragged the skin away from the body while Guy Oscard cut the clinging integuments with a delicate touch and finished skill.
They laid the skin out on the trampled maidenhair, and contemplated it with silent satisfaction.

In the course of their inspection they both arrived at the head at the same moment.

The two holes in the hide, just above the eyes, came under their notice at the same moment, and they turned and smiled gravely at each other, thinking the same thought--the sort of thought that Englishmen rarely put into intelligible English.
"I'm glad we did that," said Guy Oscard at length, suddenly.