"Weight as near as can be," he said. "At least, I judge it without seeing your barrels. This man's the younger, I suppose."
He pointed to Bartley.
"I'm twenty-five," said Mr. Crocker.
"Ay; and stand six feet--?"
"Five feet eleven and a half."
"Weight eleven stone?"
"A bit less."
Mr. Fogo nodded.
"You've got the reach, t'other chap's got the powder."
Then he examined David.