"Yes, sir. Some get-up," he added.
"Righto," agreed Frank, also gazing at the handsome Jack admiringly.
"Where do you get 'em? Lead me to the store right away."
Jack, who was 19 and the oldest of the three chums, was almost as tall
as the six-foot Bob, but of more slender build than that gridiron
warrior. He had the build of a thoroughbred, long legs, flat hips,
trim waist, deep chest and broad shoulders and a flat back. Both at
dashes and distance running Jack easily was supreme at Harrington Hall
Military Academy, which all three boys attended. Like Bob he was fair
and had curling chestnut hair. His eyes were blue and lively, his
features not too regular. Altogether, he was a striking figure.
Today he was dressed in khaki shirt and breeches. Instead of puttees
he wore high, laced leather boots that reached to his knees. On his
head, pushed back so that his wavy hair showed in front, was a
wide-brimmed sombrero. By his side, suspended from a cartridge belt,
swung an automatic revolver in its holster. This was the outfit so
admired by his chums from the East, trim in their light-weight summer
suits of the latest cut and wearing low tan shoes more adapted for
city streets than for the sands stretching inimitably on every hand.
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