His full name was Stephen Dana Edwards.
His companion was an inch shorter, a little heavier in build, although quite as well-conditioned physically, and was lighter in colouring.

His hair was several shades less dark than his friend's, although it, too, was brown, his eyes were grey and under the sunburn his skin was quite fair.

His full name was Thomas Perrin Hall.
Good, healthy, frank-looking youths both of them under normal conditions, but at this present moment very far from appearing at their best.

Each face held an expression of gloom and resentment; on Mr.
Stephen Edwards' countenance sat what might well be termed a scowl.

And, after a minute, by which time the train had plunged into the tunnel and the travellers had somewhat recovered their breaths, the latter young gentleman gave voice to a remark which went well with his expression.
"I like the way you looked after it," he said with deep sarcasm.