And I move that we investigate these people while we are smoking our after-supper cigars.

It will pass our time away, at least." "Your taste is good, Gregson," said Howland, recovering his good-humor as they seated themselves at one of the rough board tables in the dining-room.

Inwardly he was convinced it would be best to keep to himself the incidents of the past two days and nights.

"It was a beautiful face." "And the eyes!" added Gregson, his own gleaming with enthusiasm.

"She looked at me squarely this afternoon when she and that dark fellow passed, and I swear they're the most beautiful eyes I ever saw.