The blue jaws suggested courage and tenacity.

It was not a hard face, but it was resolute.

As he balanced the photograph, a humorous twinkle came into his eyes.
Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work.

To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous.

And now, only twenty-four hours behind him ...