There is some short, dark fellow running around this state calling himself the Duke.

He has his knife and the two short fellows are with him.

He was a short, squat fellow who had remained silent during all of this.

Brown and not so tall as my waist, short fellow though I am.

For some reason, the short fellow glanced at his wrist.

All eight of the short fellows laughed as they walked away.

He was a short fellow, past middle age, with an enormous chest.

He was a short fellow with a full head of dark hair and pencil-line mustache.

The man bouncing along ahead of him was a short, fat fellow who seemed too prosperous to need to riot.

It was now the turn of the short fellow Calvin had pinched.