He had a bitter mouth and weak chin, not wholly concealed by gray mustache and pointed beard.

He wore a long frock coat and a wide-brimmed sombrero, both black in color, and so old and stained and frayed that along with the fashion of them they betrayed that they had come from Texas with him.

Jorth always persisted in wearing a white linen shirt, likewise a relic of his Southern prosperity, and to-day it was ragged and soiled as usual.
Ellen watched her father eat and waited for him to speak.

It occured to her strangely that he never asked about the sheep or the new-born lambs.

She divined with a subtle new woman's intuition that he cared nothing for his sheep.
"Ellen, what riled Daggs ?" inquired her father, presently.