The pair moved up and back between the two ranks of singers, then down the outside, and laughed in glee when they accelerated the pace at the time when they were swinging down the center.

All faces were aglow and eyes shining.
Bill's red face and bullet eyes were not beautiful, but the grace and power of his body were unmistakable.

He was excited by the music, the alcohol he had been drinking, and by the presence of the girls, and threw himself into the play with dangerous abandon.
Under his ill-fitting coat his muscles rolled swift and silent.

His tall boots were brilliantly blue and starred with gold at the top, and his pantaloons were tucked inside the tops to let their glory strike the eye.

His physical strength and grace and variety of "steps" called forth many smiles and admiring exclamations from the girls, and caused the young men to lose interest in "Weevily Wheat." When a new set was called for, Bill made a determined assault on Bettie and secured her, for she did not have the firmness to refuse.