Have you met with this young man who came aboard at Fort Armstrong?
I--I am unable to recall the name." "Steven Knox." I felt the firm, strong grip of the other's hand, and looked straight into his dark eyes.

They were like a mask.

While, indeed, they seemed to smile in friendly greeting, they yet remained expressionless, and I was glad when the gripping fingers released mine.

The face into which I looked was long, firm-jawed, slightly swarthy, a tightly-clipped black moustache shadowing the upper lip.

It was a reckless face, yet appeared carved from marble.
"Exceedingly pleased to meet you," he said carelessly.