She glanced again into the stern, hawklike face of the Mexican, recognising its lines of relentless cruelty, the complete absence of any sense of mercy.

His piercing eyes and thin lips gave evidence enough that he was open to any bargain if the reward should be commensurate with the risk.

The man's age, and grey hair, only served to render more noticeable his real character--he was a human tiger, held now in restraint, but only waiting a chance to break his chains, and sink teeth in any victim.

The very sight of him sent a shudder through her body, even as it stiffened her purpose.
Her clear, thoughtful eyes turned inquiringly toward Cavendish, but the survey brought with it no encouragement.

The man meant well, no doubt, and would fight valiantly on occasion; he was no coward, no weakling--equally clear his was not the stuff from which leaders are made.