In the club car, the long-faced man sat down beside a table.

Realizing that they were nearly to the end of the run, the long-faced man put aside his book.

He turned to the long-faced man behind him and gave an order.

Clyde looked to see a long-faced man who was seated just in back of the rail.

He was a quiet, long-faced man who always looked worried.

Once out of sight, the long-faced man lost his worried look.

The long-faced man placed his hand to his high forehead.

They had barely gotten started when the long-faced man returned.

The long-faced man looked at him for a moment, then said in a soft voice.

When the slender, long-faced man smiled, James could see the resemblance between them.