His face was streaked with sweat and dust, his hair disheveled, and his clothing soiled and stained.

But his eyes were bright, and his bearing eager and ready.
"What's the matter ?" he demanded, grinning happily at his teacher.

"What fool thing have I done now ?" "You're doing fine," Phil returned.

"I was only thinking that you don't look much like the man I met up on the Divide that evening." "I don't feel much like him, either, as far as that goes," returned Patches.
Phil glanced up at the sun.

"What do you say to dinner?
It must be about that time." "Dinner ?" "Sure.