He had not Hyslop's graceful languidness; he looked alert and highly-strung.

His thin face was too grave for Carrock and his glance too quick.

Lister, listening to his remarks, was surprised to note that Hyslop was a bold mountaineer.
"Oh, well," he said, with a deprecatory smile, when Vernon stopped, "this small group of mountains is all the wild belt we have got, and you like to find a stranger keen about your favorite sport.

Then your keenness was flattering.

In your country, with its lonely woods and rivers running to the North, you have a field for strenuous sport and adventure." "The woods pull," Vernon agreed.