From that side of the room which was at Philip's back they dragged forth a long pine box, and were engaged in this occupation when the door opened and a third man entered.

Never had Philip looked on a more unprepossessing face than that of the newcomer, in whose little black eyes there seemed to be a gloating triumph as he leered at the prisoner.

He was short, with a huge breadth of shoulders.

His eyes and mouth and nose were all but engulfed in superfluous flesh, and as he turned from Philip to the man and boy over the box he snapped the joints of his fingers in a startling manner.
"Howdy, howdy!" he wheezed, like one afflicted with asthma.

"Good! good!" With these four words he lapsed into the silence of the older man and the boy.
As the box was dragged full into the light, a look of horror shot into Philip's eyes.