His hair even in the dark seemed to be vital, the most vital part of him.

Ned fancied that his eyes were blue, although in the dimness he could not tell.

But he knew that this was no Mexican.

A member of his own race stood before him.
"Well," said Ned.
"Well ?" replied the man in a singularly soft and pleasant voice.
"Who are you and what do you want ?" "To the first I am Obed White; to the second I want to talk to you, and I would append as a general observation that I am harmless.

Evil to him that would evil do." "The quotation is wrong," said Ned, smiling faintly.