He was a lean and broad man, so she thought.

He stood in the uniform of his country, made for manly men, and beseeming only such.

The neatness of good rearing even now was apparent in every line of him.

Dust seemed not to have touched him.
He was clean and trim and fine, a picture of an officer and a gentleman.
Light, and the new music of the spheres--to whom did she owe those things?
It was to this man standing yonder.
"McQueston," she heard a sharp voice command, "take your men and go down to the lower dam--any way you can get across the mountains.

Bring your report up by one of these cars when you get back here.