His eyes were as blue as his own hammered steel; but, like the eyes of the eagle at peace, they were mild and dreamy and deceptive to casual inspection.

In the shops the men knew all about those eyes and shoulders.

They had been fooled once, but only once.

They had felt the iron in the velvet.
"I'm mighty glad to see you, boy," said Warrington, dropping his arms.
"You haven't changed a bit." "Nor you, Dick; if anything you look younger." "How many years is it, John ?" "Six or seven; not very long." "Time never seems long to a man who never has to wait for anything.

I have had to reckon time with hours full of suspense, and those hours have aged me; perhaps not outwardly, but all the same, I'm an old man, John." "Nonsense!" "When did you cross ?" "About a year ago, when father died.