Or perhaps it was his eye, which seemed to linger for a cold, incurious instant on every face that approached.

He picked out the prettiest of the girls who sat at the windows chatting with all who passed.

He did not have to shoulder to win a way through the crowd of her admirers.
She was a _hap haoli_, with the fine features of the Caucasian and the black of hair and eye which shows the islander.

A rounded elbow rested on the sill of the window; her chin was cupped in her hand.
"Send these away," said Harrigan, and leaned an elbow beside hers.
"Oh," she murmured; then: "And if I send them away ?" "I'll reward you." "Reward ?" For answer he dragged a crimson carnation from the buttonhole of a tall man who stood at his side.
"What in hell--" began the victim, but Harrigan smiled and the other drew slowly back through the crowd.
"Now send them away." She looked at him an instant longer with a light coming slowly up behind her eyes.

Then she leaned out and waved to the chuckling semicircle.
"Run away for a while," she said; "I want to talk to my brother." She patted the thick red hair to emphasize the relationship, and the little crowd departed, laughing uproariously.