"There's nothing like a little jumping powder," he said, speaking to himself again, and then he drove boldly up the avenue.
He had not yet come in sight of the house when he met two gentlemen walking on the road.

They, as he approached, stood a little on one side, not only so as to allow him to pass, but to watch him as he did so.

They were Mr.Somers and Herbert Fitzgerald.
"It is the younger of those two men.

I'm nearly certain of it," said Somers as the gig approached.

"I saw him as he walked by me in Kanturk Street, and I don't think I can mistake the horrid impudence of his face.