He was not prepossessing; but Frank saw, with his newly-gained experience, that he was different from other tramps.

He glanced at the girl and saw that she too was not quite of the regular type, though less peculiar than her companion; and he noticed with an odd touch at his heart that she had certain characteristics in common with Jenny.

She was not so tall, but she had the same colored hair under a filthy white sun-bonnet and the same kind of blue eyes: but her oval face again was weak and rather miserable.

They were both deeply sunburned.
Frank had learned the discretion of the roads by now, and did no more than jerk his head almost imperceptibly as he went past.

(He proposed to go back to the farm to get his dwindled belongings, as the job was over, and to move on a few miles northward before sleeping.) As he went, however, he knew that the man had turned and was looking after him: but he made no sign.