It was about half a mile away, and when reached gave no indication of the wealth it was capable of producing.

The farmhouse was a plain structure nearly forty years old, badly in need of paint, and the out-buildings harmonized with it in appearance.
A little way from the house was a tall, gaunt man, engaged in mending a fence.

He was dressed in a farmer's blue frock and overalls, and his gray, stubby beard seemed to be of a week's growth.

There was a crafty, greedy look in his eyes, which overlooked a nose sharp and aquiline.

His feet were incased in a pair of cowhide boots.