It was a portrait of a boy and pony, but there was a significance in the fact that she knew just where to find it.

The picture was a good one, and once more Maud Barrington noticed the arrogance, which did not, however, seem out of place there in the lad's face.

It was also a comely face, but there was a hint of sensuality in it that marred its beauty.

Then with a growing perplexity she compared it with that of the weary man who had plodded beside the team.

Winston was not arrogant, but resolute, and there was no stamp of indulgence in his face.