Clad in a peasant's garb, and with a cap drawn down over his face Carstairs and Wharton themselves might have passed without knowing him.
Although the young Germans did not appear, one whom John expected least came.

A man of medium size, built compactly, and with a short brown beard, trimmed neatly to a point, walked briskly through the room, and spread out cold hands before the flames.

John was dozing in his chair, but the man's walk and manner roused him at once.

They seemed familiar, and a glance at the face showed him that it was Weber.
He resisted a powerful impulse to call to him or to signal to him in some manner.

The impulse was strong to recognize the appearance of a friend, but he understood the deadly danger of it.