A cold, settled expression was in his eyes.
So fixed, so steady, that they might have been set in the head of a dead man.
The jovial Robinson was tongue-tied for a time.
"Joe!"
This monosyllable he faltered after a long while, and after a very big effort.
But Joe Deering said never a word in reply, nor did he move a muscle.
"Joe."
Deering stared at him with the same fixed, glassy eyes, until Jovial Captain Robinson had a hideous idea flash across him.
Was it really a living man there?