He was evidently, for all of his youth and inexperience, cock of the forecastle.
"G'wan, you Kelly.

You leave Oofty alone.

How in hell did he know it was you in the dark ?" Kelly subsided with some muttering, and the Kanaka flashed his white teeth in a grateful smile.

He was a beautiful creature, almost feminine in the pleasing lines of his figure, and there was a softness and dreaminess in his large eyes which seemed to contradict his well-earned reputation for strife and action.
"How did he get away ?" Johnson asked.
He was sitting on the side of his bunk, the whole pose of his figure indicating utter dejection and hopelessness.

He was still breathing heavily from the exertion he had made.