The face coverings came off.

Reade and Hazelton surveyed their captors as the chance offered, being careful not to betray too great curiosity.
"I see one gentleman here whom I had expected to find," remarked Tom quietly.
"Me ?" hinted Duff.
"Well, yes; you, for one, but I refer to that excellent host, Mr.Ashby, of the Mansion House." With a start George Ashby turned on Reade, coming closer and grinning ferociously into the face of the young chief engineer.

Tom, however, managed to muster a smile as he went on: "How do you do, Mr.Ashby?
Your performance of this afternoon mystified me a good deal.

I had never expected to find myself on a shooting acquaintance with you." Three or four of the rascals chuckled at this way of putting it, but Proprietor Ashby snarled like a wild animal.
"As for you, Mr.Duff," Reade resumed, "I confess that I have never been able to understand you." "You will to-night," smiled Duff, with bland ferocity.

"I can promise you, as a gambler, that I am going to give you a square deal." "Fine!" glowed Tom.