The Halfbreed was inimitably cool, his face was a perfect mask.
In fact, we ducked for shelter, all but the Halfbreed, who stood straight and still.
He rushed in and came out again, dragging the Halfbreed at arm's length.
The Halfbreed offered to retire from the game, but Marks would not hear of it.
Sweat stood on Marks's forehead, though the Halfbreed was utterly calm.