handsome face, in a way, but it showed such a brutal dominance that it
inspired fear first and admiration afterward.

Such a man must command. He might be only the boss of a gang of
laborers, or he might be a financier, but never in any case an
underling. Altogether he combined physical and intellectual strength to
such a degree that both men and women would have stopped to look at
him, and once seen he would be remembered.

On the other hand, in Harrigan one felt only force, not directed and
controlled as in McTee, but impulsive, irregular, irresponsible,
uncompassed. He carried a contradiction in his face. The heavy,
hard-cut jaw, the massive cheekbones, the stiff, straight upper lip
indicated merely brutal endurance and energy, but these qualities were
tempered by possibilities of tenderness about the lips and by the
singular lights forever changing in the blue eyes. He would be hard for
the shrewdest judge to understand, for the simple reason that he did
not know himself.

In looking at McTee, one asked: "What is he?" In looking at Harrigan,
the question was: "What will he become?"

"Stayin' in town long?" asked Harrigan, and his voice was a little
wistful.

"I'm bound out tonight."

"So long, then."

"So long."