_Mister_ Haggin was his god, and a superior god at that.

Even he, without thinking about it at all, recognized that.

His _Mister_ Haggin wore pants and shoes.

This god on the deck beside him was more like a black.

Not only did he not wear pants, and was barefooted and barelegged, but about his middle, just like any black, he wore a brilliant-coloured loin-cloth, that, like a kilt, fell nearly to his sunburnt knees.
Captain Van Horn was a handsome man and a striking man, although Jerry did not know it.