If I had heard nothing about him before, I should have disliked him at first glance, and instinctively tried to avoid his eye.

And yet, as he stood there, talking to Mr Selkirk, the melancholy master of the reputedly "fast" house at Low Heath, he did not look particularly offensive.
"Look out now; they're starting again." There was no mistaking the veterans now.

Their backs were up, and the order had evidently gone out for no quarter to be given to the audacious Fifteen.
Redwood's kick off all but carried the goal from the middle of the field, and from that moment it never got out of the "thirties," as the imaginary line between the two distance flags was called.

To Crofter belonged the honour of first wiping off scores with the enemy.

And after him Redwood dropped a goal, first from one side line, then from the other.