There were a circular saw and a turning lathe, with the needful belts, and a small electric motor to furnish power.

Also there were piles of lumber, shelves of paint pots and brushes, many shavings and much sawdust.
And, standing beside a dilapidated chair from which he had evidently risen at the sound of the door bell, with a dripping paint brush in one hand and a wooden sailor in the other, there was a man.

When he saw who his visitor was he sat down again.
He was a tall man and, as the chair he sat in was a low one and the heels of his large shoes were hooked over its lower rounds, his knees and shoulders were close together when he bent over his work.
He was a thin man and his trousers hung about his ankles like a loose sail on a yard.

His hair was thick and plentiful, a brown sprinkled with gray at the temples.

His face was smooth-shaven, with wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and mouth.