"I'VE COME HERE TO LIVE" Widely as these two companions differed in temperament and experience, it would be impossible to decide which felt the greater uneasiness at the prospect immediately before them.

The girl openly rebellious, the man extremely doubtful, with reluctant steps they approached that tall, homely yellow house--outwardly the most pretentious in Glencaid--which stood well up in the valley, where the main road diverged into numerous winding trails leading toward the various mines among the foothills.
They were so completely opposite, these two, that more than one chance passer-by glanced curiously toward them as they picked their way onward through the red dust.

Hampton, slender yet firmly knit, his movements quick like those of a watchful tiger, his shoulders set square, his body held erect as though trained to the profession of arms, his gray eyes marking every movement about him with a suspicion born of continual exposure to peril, his features finely chiselled, with threads of gray hair beginning to show conspicuously about the temples.
One would glance twice at him anywhere, for in chin, mouth, and eyes were plainly pictured the signs of strength, evidences that he had fought stern battles, and was no craven.

For good or evil he might be trusted to act instantly, and, if need arose, to the very death.

His attire of fashionably cut black cloth, and his immaculate linen, while neat and unobtrusive, yet appeared extremely unusual in that careless land of clay-baked overalls and dingy woollens.