The girl shrank from him as a full realisation of what the man truly was came to her with this first distinct view.
Moore was a much younger man, his face roughened, and tanned, to almost the colour of mahogany, yet somehow retaining a youthful look.

He was not unprepossessing in a bold, daring way; a fellow who would seek adventure, and meet danger with a laugh.

He turned as she looked at him, and grinned back at her, pointing humorously to a badly discoloured eye.
"Friend o' yours gave me that," he admitted, quite as a matter of course.

"Did a good job, too." "A friend of mine ?" in surprise.
"Sure; you're a friend o' Jim Westcott, ain't yer?
Lacy said so, and Jim's the laddy-buck who whaled me." "Mr.Westcott! When ?" "Last night.

You see it was this way.