He looked younger and yet older; his face, as David saw it there in the lampglow, had something in the ruddy glow and deeply lined strength of it that was almost youthful.

But his thick, shaggy hair was very gray.

The train had begun to move.

He turned to the window for a moment, and then looked at David.
"We are under way," he said.

"Very soon I will be getting off." David sat down.
"It is some distance beyond the divisional point ahead--this cabin where you get off ?" he asked.
"Yes, twenty or twenty-five miles.