Quite frightened me, what I heard of it, don't you know.

Still, I suppose one must expect to rough it a bit.
Eh, what!" "Charlie Gordon will he here in a minute," said the Bo'sun.

"He can tell you all about it.

Here he is now," he added, as the door swung open and the long-waited-for guest entered the room.
The newcomer was unmistakably a man from Far Out; tall, wiry-framed, and very dark, and so spare and lean of figure that he did not seem to have an ounce of superfluous flesh anywhere.

His face was as hard and impassive as a Red Indian's, and looked almost black by contrast with his white shirt-front.