I, or, as it was called, the Home ranch, of the great Los Muertos Rancho.

The road was better here, the dust laid after the passage of Hooven's watering-cart, and, in a few minutes, he had come to the ranch house itself, with its white picket fence, its few flower beds, and grove of eucalyptus trees.

On the lawn at the side of the house, he saw Harran in the act of setting out the automatic sprinkler.

In the shade of the house, by the porch, were two or three of the greyhounds, part of the pack that were used to hunt down jack-rabbits, and Godfrey, Harran's prize deerhound.
Presley wheeled up the driveway and met Harran by the horse-block.
Harran was Magnus Derrick's youngest son, a very well-looking young fellow of twenty-three or twenty-five.

He had the fine carriage that marked his father, and still further resembled him in that he had the Derrick nose--hawk-like and prominent, such as one sees in the later portraits of the Duke of Wellington.