There was a touch of grey about the temples, otherwise the head hair, when he changed from a hard felt hat to a soft travelling cap, showed as dark as the beard and moustache.

His frame was strong, muscular and loosely built, and he had clever, nervous hands with fingers somewhat spatulate.

His clothes did not much suggest the tourist--they seemed more like a too well-worn town morning suit of dark blue serge; as though he had left home in an absent-minded mood intent on some hurriedly conceived plan.

He cast one or two quick glances at David; once, indeed, as they got out into full daylight, away from tunnels and high walls, letting his glance lengthen into a searching look.

Then he busied himself with a number of scientific periodicals he had brought to read in the train.
Impelled, he knew not why, to provoke conversation, David asked (quite needlessly), "This _is_ the South Wales express, I mean the Swansea train, is it not ?" Blackbeard was struck with the unusualness of the voice--a very pleasant one to come from the lips of a man--and replied: "It is; at least I got in under that impression as I am intending to go to Swansea; but in any case the ticket inspector is sure to come along the corridor presently and we'll make sure then.