An immense gray shawl was pinned about his shoulders, and woollen leggings came high over his trousers.

As he talked much he chewed tobacco vigorously.

But Dick saw at once that like many of the mountaineers he was a shrewd man, and, despite lack of education, was able to look, see and judge.
Reed glanced over the column, showed his teeth, yellowed by the constant use of tobacco, and the glint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Look like good men.

I couldn't hev picked 'em better myself, colonel," he said, with the easy familiarity of the hills.
"They've been in many battles, and they've never failed," said the colonel with some pride.
"You'll hev to do somethin' more than fight up thar on the high ridges," said the mountaineer, showing his yellow teeth again.

"You'll hev to look out fur traps, snares an' ambushes.