The cabin room was ill lighted; but the crepuscular dimness did not seem to hinder his sight.

Beyond the girl's figure, a pair of slender swords hung crossed aslant on the wall opposite the low door.
Beverley had seen, in the old world galleries, pictures in which the shadowy and somewhat uncertain background thus forced into strongest projection the main figure, yet without clearly defining it.

The rough frame of the doorway gave just the rustic setting suited to Alice's costume, the most striking part of which was a grayish short gown ending just above her fringed buckskin moccasins.

Around her head she had bound a blue kerchief, a wide corner of which lay over her crown like a loose cap.

Her bright hair hung free upon her shoulders in tumbled half curls.