He seemed to feel at home and began to help with the bags and various paraphernalia of ambulance travellers.
He looked to be about twenty-four years old.

His face was smiling and friendly and I knew I should like him.
The house was a one-story adobe.

It formed two sides of a hollow square; the other two sides were a high wall, and the Government freight-house respectively.

The courtyard was partly shaded by a ramada and partly open to the hot sun.

There was a chicken-yard in one corner of the inclosed square, and in the centre stood a rickety old pump, which indicated some sort of a well.