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Willie Sloan, age fifteen and a half, quite small for his years, wasn't a bad-looking chap; or, rather, wouldn't have been if his expression had indicated a greater degree of satisfaction with the world. Discontent seemed written all over his youthful face, and even his slouchy gait and untidy appearance told of an unhappy spirit. A mass of tousled hair, of a chestnut color, fell over a moderately high forehead; deep brown eyes, which had a habit of staring straight at one in a rather disconcerting fashion -- some called it impudent -- a thin nose, and a mouth never quite still completed his facial make-up.
But the light of boyish enthusiasm was woefully lacking in Willie Sloan's face; and his voice, too, when he presently spoke, did not ring with the spirit of youth.