The ploughs have arrived at a happy moment." "It means money to us, Governor," remarked Harran.
But as he turned the horses to allow his father to get into the buggy again, the two were surprised to hear a thick, throaty voice wishing them good-morning, and turning about were aware of S.Behrman, who had come up while they were examining the ploughs.

Harran's eyes flashed on the instant and through his nostrils he drew a sharp, quick breath, while a certain rigour of carriage stiffened the set of Magnus Derrick's shoulders and back.

Magnus had not yet got into the buggy, but stood with the team between him and S.Behrman, eyeing him calmly across the horses' backs.

S.Behrman came around to the other side of the buggy and faced Magnus.
He was a large, fat man, with a great stomach; his cheek and the upper part of his thick neck ran together to form a great tremulous jowl, shaven and blue-grey in colour; a roll of fat, sprinkled with sparse hair, moist with perspiration, protruded over the back of his collar.
He wore a heavy black moustache.

On his head was a round-topped hat of stiff brown straw, highly varnished.