The man whom he had relieved, after a few words in a low tone, left the deck, descending by the forward hatchway.

The captain, having scanned the horizon, consulted the compass, and slightly altered our course.

The speed of the "Terror" increased.
This man, so interesting both to me and to the world, must have been some years over fifty.

He was of middle height, with powerful shoulders still very erect; a strong head, with thick hair rather gray than white, smooth shaven cheeks, and a short, crisp beard.

His chest was broad, his jaw prominent, and he had that characteristic sign of tremendous energy, bushy eyebrows drawn sharply together.
Assuredly he possessed a constitution of iron, splendid health, and warm red blood beneath his sun burned skin.
Like his companions the captain was dressed in sea-clothes covered by an oil-skin coat, and with a woolen cap which could be pulled down to cover his head entirely, when he so desired.
Need I add that the captain of the "Terror" was the other of the two men, who had watched my house in Long street.