As he stood there, his elegant wide-awake bent in his hand, he looked more like the wild man of the woods he had been compared to, than a civilized being.

Rough, rude, and abrupt were his tones as he spoke, and he bent his face and eyes downwards whilst he answered.

It was in those eyes that lay the look which had struck Mr.Elster as being familiar to him.

He persisted in giving his name as Tom, not Thomas.
But if the stranger in the long coat had little evidence to give, Pike had even less.

He had been in the woods that afternoon and sauntered to the bank of the river just as Lord Hartledon passed in the skiff; but he had taken very little notice of him.