On one of them they saw a man of imposing appearance pass down Pennsylvania Avenue.

He would have caught the attention of anybody, owing to his great height and splendid head crowned with snow-white hair.

He was old, but he walked as if he were one who had achieved greatly, and was conscious of it.
"It's Old Fuss and Feathers his very self," said Whitley.
"General Scott.

It can be no other," said Dick, who had divined at once the man's identity.

His eyes followed the retreating figure with the greatest interest.