The hunter, golden bearded like a sea-king, came over the rail and dropped on deck.

But his hugeness could not quite overcome his apprehensiveness.

Doubt and distrust showed strongly in his face.

It was a transparent face, for all of its hairy shield, and advertised instant relief when he glanced from Wolf Larsen to me, noted that there was only the pair of us, and then glanced over his own two men who had joined him.

Surely he had little reason to be afraid.