Now the interior of the hut opened itself to him.

It was not lighted, yet with his spirit sense he could see its every detail: the polished floor, the skin rugs, the beer gourds, the shields and spears, the roof-tree of red wood, and the dried lizard hanging from the thatch, a charm to ward off evil.

In this hut, seated face to face halfway between the centre-post and the door-hole, were two men.

The darkness was deep about them, and they whispered to each other through it; but in his dream this was no bar to Owen's sight.

He could discern their faces clearly.
One of them was that of a man of about thirty-five years of age.