Short, stockily built, appearing at first view almost grotesque under the broad brim of his hat, Stella, recognising the marshal, was conscious only of a clean-shaven face, a square jaw, and a pair of stern blue eyes.
"Oh, is that you, Jim ?" he asked briefly.

"Lord, I don't see why a big boob like you should need a guardian.

The lady?
Pardon me, madam," and he touched his hat.

"Stand back there, you fellows.

Come on, folks!" The little marshal knew his business, and it was also evident that the crowd knew the little marshal.