Of these one was the little man from the tug.

With him was a fat, red-faced Irish-American He wore no coat and his shirt-sleeves were drawn away from his hands by garters of pink elastic, his derby hat was balanced behind his ears, upon his right hand flashed an enormous diamond.

He looked as though but at that moment he had stopped sliding glasses across a Bowery bar.

The third man carried the outward marks of a sailor.

David believed he was the tallest man he had ever beheld, but equally remarkable with his height was his beard and hair, which were of a fierce brick-dust red.