The big Canadian looked at the grim-faced men before him in silent appraisal.

Another grim-faced man climbed from the second car, followed by a woman in a conservative dress.

The grim-faced man said a few sharp words and Sid nodded.

In the lead was a grim-faced man with a candle.

But the grim-faced man had seen enough to verify his first suspicion.

The grim-faced man beside him, the one who was not a priest, caught his arm quickly.

One after the other, the grim-faced men discarded their rifles.

Finally, an unusual number of alert, grim-faced men just sat in their cars, watching, waiting.

She looked at the grim-faced old man for a long moment, then nodded.

Nor the two grim-faced men in conservative gray business suits sitting inside die car.