He had laced buskins on his feet, and a broad-brimmed Panama hat on his head.

Lucien's dress was somewhat more civilised in its appearance than that of his elder brother.

Like him though he had a leather belt, with a sheath and knife on one side; and, instead of a pistol, a small tomahawk on the other.

Not that Lucien had set out with the intention of tomahawking anybody.

No; he carried his little hatchet for cracking rocks, not skulls.