He had very clear brown eyes, a straight nose and high cheek bones that somehow reminded Steve of the engraved portrait of John C.Calhoun that hung in the library at home.
Altogether, from the top of his well-shaped head to the soles of his rubber-shod feet, he was good to look at, clean-cut, well-groomed, healthy and very much alive.

Steve found himself wishing that some day he might find himself playing shoulder to shoulder with Miller.

He hated to think what would happen to the enemy in such a case! Miller paused at the table, thrust his hands into his pockets and smiled a trifle apologetically.

"Well, that's the way it is, you chaps," he went on.

"So, whether you make the first or the second or neither, you keep on playing and trying.