She did not fight the new sensation, for she was growing strangely weary of the other one.

By the time that they had reached her father, and he was standing before Cunningham wiping his spectacles in his nervous way, she had completely recovered her self-possession, although it is likely she would not have given any reason for it to herself.
Cunningham held a lantern up, so that he could study both their faces.
His own face muscles were set rigidly, and he questioned them as he might have cross-examined a spy caught in the act.

His voice was uncompromising, and his manner stern.
"Do you both understand how serious this situation is ?" he asked.
"We naturally do," said Duncan McClean.

The Scotsman was beginning to betray an inclination to bridle under the youngster's attitude, and to show an equally pronounced desire not to appear to.

"More so, probably, than anybody else!" "Are you positive--both of you--you too, Mr.McClean--that all that talk about treasure in Howrah City is not mere imagination and legend ?" "Absolutely positive!" They both answered him at once, both looking in his eyes across the unsteady rays of the flickering, smoky lamp.