second car would have been unable to guess from the bearing or
manner of the two officials that anything had gone wrong.

The interested spectators of the little drama included two men near
the water-cooler who were perfectly sober. One of them was perhaps
a little past the best of life, but still straight and vigorous.
His lean face was leather-brown in contrast to a long mustache and
heavy eyebrows bleached nearly white, his eyes were a clear steady
blue, and his frame was slender but wiry. He wore the regulation
mackinaw blanket coat, a peaked cap with an extraordinarily high
crown, and buckskin moccasins over long stockings.

The other was younger, not more than twenty-six perhaps, with the
clean-cut, regular features we have come to consider typically
American. Eyebrows that curved far down along the temples, and
eyelashes of a darkness in contrast to the prevailing note of his
complexion combined to lend him a rather brooding, soft, and
melancholy air which a very cursory second examination showed to
be fictitious. His eyes, like the woodsman's, were steady, but
inquiring. His jaw was square and settled, his mouth straight. One
would be likely to sum him up as a man whose actions would be little
influenced by glamour or even by the sentiments. And yet, equally,
it was difficult to rid the mind of the impression produced by his
eyes. Unlike the other inmates of the car, he wore an ordinary
business suit, somewhat worn, but of good cut, and a style that
showed even over the soft flannel shirt. The trousers were,
however, bound inside the usual socks and rubbers.

The two seat mates had occupied their time each in his own fashion.
To the elder the journey was an evil to be endured with the patience