He was big as a mountain and bald as a hammer. His eyes were blue as glacier ice that has been swept clean by the broom of the wind, and at first glance they seemed even colder. His face, for all his size, was strangely massive. Perhaps because of his very lack of other hair, his curling mustaches seemed far longer than their eight inches. For all the cold, he wore only a sleeveless leather jacket on his upper body. It hung open, leaving his midriff, chest and biceps bare. Rippling muscles furnished more than a hint of great strength.
[Presently the boy understood.... The Hospice must be visible from as great a distance as possible]
Franz thought at first glance that he was a dedicated man, one who is absolutely devoted to his work, for he treated Father Benjamin with vast respect.
"Anton," Father Benjamin said, "I want you to meet the new maronnier, Franz Halle. Franz, this is Anton Martek. He will instruct you in your duties here."
"Is good to have you." Anton Martek extended a hand the size of a small ham. "Your dog work? Yah?"
"Oh, yes!" Franz said eagerly. "See for yourself that he carries a pack even now!"
Caesar wagged up to Anton Martek, who ruffled the dog's ears but continued to look at Franz.
"Packing is not all of work." He scowled. "Is he a spit dog, too?"