"What are you growling about ?" Arkwright raised his tone: "Filthy hole!" said he.

"Filthy mess!" Now appeared in the bedroom door a tall young man of unusual strength and nearly perfect proportions.

The fine head was carried commandingly; with its crop of dark, matted hair it suggested the rude, fierce figure-head of a Viking galley; the huge, aggressively-masculine features proclaimed ambition, energy, intelligence.

To see Josh Craig was to have instant sense of the presence of a personality.

The contrast between him standing half-dressed in the doorway and the man seated in fashionable and cynically-critical superciliousness was more than a matter of exteriors.