“Yes, yes,” he urged, as the girl paused.
“Dressed in—er fashionable riding costume.”
“His face?”
“Black hair, steel-blue eyes, black eyelashes and brows. Broad forehead——”
“Any lines?” questioned the blind man.
“Only two strong marks between the brows.”
“Go on.”
“Broad-bridged, rather large nose; well-shaped mouth, with inclination to droop at the corners; broad, split chin; well-rounded cheeks and jaw.”
“Ha! clean-shaven, of course—yes.”
The rancher sat silent for some moments after Diane had finished her description. His lips moved, as though he were talking to himself; but no words came to those waiting. At last he stirred, and roused from his reverie.