Her figure was commanding, and her face, a little dark like the face of Stareyes, was strikingly beautiful.
Merle left his companion to take care of the horses and entered the house with the woman.
Inside everything was in keeping with wealth.
On every side was to be seen rich hangings and articles of virtu.
Rich carpets that yielded to the feet covered the floors and the walls were adorned with the costliest pictures.
It was a typical sheep king's home in West Australia, the palace of wealth in that quarter of the globe.
Beyond it lay the bush.
Not far away began the Desert of Death, and among its sand valleys lurked the lizard and the sun snake, whose bite is certain destruction.
Merle Macray strode into the house and stopped in the large parlor to the right of the hall.
His companion took a seat on a sofa and regarded him with eyes which seemed capable of devouring him.