"When I tourned around, there was Hands, already half-way towards me, with the dirk in his right hand."
Jim Hawkings in Treasure Island.
"Wounded as he was, it was wonderful how fast he could move, his grizzled hair tumbling over his face, and his face itself as red as a red ensign with his haste and fury."
60 minutes sketch after reading Treasure Island. Long live to Stevenson! :D