They were not black like the Solomon Islanders, but light brown; and their features were larger, more regular, and even handsome.
The woman--or girl, rather, he decided--walked along the veranda toward him.

The two men waited at the head of the steps, watching curiously.
The girl was angry; he could see that.

Her gray eyes were flashing, and her lips were quivering.

That she had a temper, was his thought.

But the eyes were striking.