Hank stood behind the high pine bar, a broad but nervous grin on his round, red face.
The light glistened on a round, red face and a long French bayonet.
There was poor old Mr. K., with his red face and his white hair, and his heels flying in every direction.
His wrinkled, red face was edged by a white fringe of whisker.
She looked so ridiculous in that dress with the powder peeling off her red face.
There stepped forward a little man with a red face and blinking eyes.
Hanlon apparently lost all control of himself, and his voice and red face showed the anger he was simulating so well.
He was a small, stout man with a red face and a peppery manner.
And he was glad to do it, for it gave him an excuse for having a red face.
In the Indian sun the red face of the Westerner looks even redder.