These gentlemen were facing rather our way as we came over the edge of the eminence, but turned their backs on perceiving our approach.

As they did so, I remember so well each lowered his cigar suddenly with the simultaneousness of a drill.

The third figure sustained the picnic character of the group, for he was repacking a hamper.

He stood suddenly erect as we drew near, and a very ill-looking person he was, low-browed, square-chinned, and with a broad, broken nose.

He wore gaiters, and was a little bandy, very broad, and had a closely-cropped bullet head, and deep-set little eyes.