Before the tent indicated they halted to listen.

The shelter glowed dimly; formless shadows stirred on its canvas walls; and from within came low, guarded voices and once a muffled laugh.
Jerking the flaps apart Bryant entered, followed by the contractor.

He forced an opening through the group of workmen by a savage sweep of his arms and came to the keg, where the Mexican at the moment was bending down and holding a cup under the spigot.

When the man perceived the engineer, he leaped up.

The fellow's short, squat figure and stony expression had for Bryant a vague familiarity--that face especially, brown, stolid, brutal, with a fixed, snake-like gaze.
But Lee had no time to speculate on the Mexican's identity.