The brief ray shone upon a pair of shoulders as wide as a steam radiator.

They were clad in loose-fitting white silk.

Above them a thick golden beard caught the ray of shifting light.

Then, both cars had passed on, and Brice was resuming his trudge.
"Milo Standish!" he mused, looking back at the car as it vanished in a cloudlet of white coral-dust.

"Milo Standish! ...