It was as though a mask had been taken off.

Out in the darkness the engine whistled sharply and then came to a bumping stop at some desert station.
Through the black window a few lanterns could be seen flickering about, and there arose the sound of gruff voices speaking.

The sleepers inside, aroused by the sharp stop, rolled over and swore, seeking easier postures.

Then the front door opened, and slammed shut, and a new passenger entered.

He came down the aisle, glancing carelessly at the upturned faces, and finally sank into the seat directly opposite Hope.
He was a broad shouldered man, his coat buttoned to the throat, with strong face showing clearly beneath the broad hat brim and lighted up with a pair of shrewd, kindly eyes.