He seemed so withdrawn into himself as to be oblivious of the fact that he was not alone.

Knight watched him, wondering if any thoughts were stirring in the slow brain behind that massive forehead.

Columbine had declared that the man was an oaf, and he felt inclined to agree with her.

And yet there was something in the intensity of the fellow's eyes that held his attention, the possibility of the actual existence of an unknown element that did not fit into that conception of him.

They were not the eyes of a mere animal.