At one end was a small blacksmith's forge, some machinery, and what appeared to be part of a small steam-engine.

Midway of the shed was a closet or cupboard fastened with a large padlock.

Occupying its whole length on the other side was a work-bench, and at the further end stood the workman she had heard.
He was apparently only a year or two older than herself, and clad in blue jean overalls, blackened and smeared with oil and coal-dust.

Even his youthful face, which he turned towards her, had a black smudge running across it and almost obliterating a small auburn moustache.

The look of surprise that he gave her, however, quickly passed; he remained patiently and in a half-preoccupied way, holding his hammer in his hand, as she advanced.