Black-haired and gray-eyed he was, and his hands were those of one who works hard in the fields.

There was a carved, black wooden cross on the end of his cord girdle, and a string of beads hung from it.

At his heels was the brown dog, and in his hand a long, shepherd's crook.
He came carelessly into the opening, looking from side to side as he walked as if seeking the men he knew must be shipwrecked, and stayed suddenly when he came on us.

His face paled, and he half started back, as if he was terrified.

Then he recovered himself, looked once more, started anew, and fairly turned and ran, the dog leaping and barking round him.