I fumbled around in the tin matchbox and lit the kerosene lamp in the bracket on the wall.

Then I turned to Williams.
"'Well,' says I, 'we're lucky for once in--' "Then I stopped.

When he went overboard the water had washed off his hat.

Likewise it had washed off his long black hair--which was a wig--and his head was all round and shiny and bald, like a gull's egg out in a rain storm." "I knew he wore a wig," interrupted Phinney.
"Of course you do.

Everybody does now.