His glances into the north were few and brief, but his eyes dwelled long on the lonely land that lay beyond the yellow current.

His was an attractive face.

He was young, only a boy, but the brow was broad and high, and the eyes, grave and steady, were those of one who thought much.

He was clad completely in buckskin, and his hat was wide of brim.

A rifle held in one hand lay across the pommel of his saddle and there were weapons in his belt.