He was a medium-sized man of about thirty years, with a good-looking, albeit very freckled face, and a good deal of sandy hair.
The afternoon was quite warm, and he carried his straw hat in one very brown hand, while over his arm lay a sweater of Erskine purple, a pair of canvas trousers, and two worn shoes.
"Blessed if I know who he is!" murmured South.

They watched the newcomer as he traversed the path and reached the steps.

As he passed them and entered the building he looked them over keenly with a pair of very sharp and very light blue eyes.
"Wow!" muttered Paul.

"He looked as though he was trying to decide whether I would taste better fried or baked." "I wonder--" began Neil.

But at that moment Tom Cowan came up and Paul put the question to him.
"The fellow that just came in ?" repeated Cowan.