The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step.

He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success.

He looked into the future with clear proud eye, and he swore with the air of an old soldier.
The youth watched him for a moment in silence.

When he finally spoke his voice was as bitter as dregs.

"Oh, you're going to do great things, I s'pose!" The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe.