He and Warden shared the largest house in the miners' colony in Barren Valley.

It was close to the mine at the end of the valley, and part of it was used as the manager's office.

It overlooked the yellow torrent and the black wall of mountain beyond--a savage prospect that might have been hewn from the crater of a dead volcano.
A rough track led to it, winding some twenty feet above the stream, and up this track Fletcher Hill drove the two visitors on the evening of the day succeeding their arrival at Trelevan.
There was a deadness of atmosphere between those rocky walls that struck chill even to Adela's inconsequent soul.

"What a ghastly place!" she commented.

"I should think Ezekiel's valley of dry bones must have been something like this." Harley met them at the door of his office with a smile in his crafty eyes.