Part 24 (2/2)

I fancied, with ht; but this giant stood six feet four inches, if he stood an inch

He looked quite boyish; not a day older than twenty-two His hair was very fair and wavy, and he had plenty of it

He was cleanly shaven and cleanly and neatly dressed His eyes were big and sky blue in colour They were eyes that could be warm or cold at will Just then, they were passively cold

His was a good face, reflecting strength and deterht-forwardness and absolute fearlessness lent a charm to it that it otherould have lacked

After all, it was the glory of his stature that attracted ing boots, with khaki-coloured trousers and a shi+rt to match; a soft felt hat on the back of his head set a little sportily to one side

Myself an adth, agility and virility, it alas the physique of a person that arrested my attention

What a h nificance in cory kind of longing to ainst his tre what the outco of friendly antagonisfellow to speak

He did speak, and rather spoiled the impression

”What'n the hell kind of a dump is this anyway?” he exploded

I was hit as with a brickbat, but I tried not to show it

”This is the Golden Crescent Trading Co, with an assu;--just to see howhimself with

I suppose ht had been as effective as it had been short

He turned his eyes on me for the first time They fixed on mine, and never once flickered

”You--don't--say!” he returned, in ain

”Say!--who's the boss here?”

”I a warm

He came over to the middle of the floor

”And where'n the hell do I come in?” he asked

”Don't know, I'm sure, mister; and I don't care very o out, quick, if you don't cool down”

”Here!--you cut that stuff out” He cae hands ”I'm Joe Clark,--see”

”Pleased to e Bree Bremner?” he burst out