Kurt was angry and did not care.

His appearance, however, did not faze the strangers.

One of them, an American, was a man of about thirty years, clean-shaven, square-jawed, with light, steely, secretive gray eyes, and a look of intelligence and assurance that did not harmonize with his motley garb.

His companion was a foreigner, small of stature, with eyes like a ferret and deep pits in his sallow face.
"Do you know you're trespassing ?" demanded Kurt.
"You grudge us a little shade, eh, even to eat a bite ?" said the American.

He wrapped a paper round his lunch and leisurely rose, to fasten penetrating eyes upon the young man.