"Mr.Fay, I'll be needin' me own in bad weather," says O'Sullivan.
"Besides," says I, "you have no money." "I'll pay for them when we pay off in Seattle," says O'Sullivan.

"I'll not do it," says I; "besides, you're not tellin' me what you'll be doin' with them." "But I will tell yeh," says O'Sullivan; "I'm wantin' to throw 'em over the side." And with that I turns to walk away, but O'Sullivan says, very polite and seducin'-like, still a-stroppin' the razor, "Mr.Fay," says he, "will you kindly step this way an' have your throat cut ?" And with that I knew my life was in danger, and I have come to make report to you, sir, that the man is a violent lunatic.' "Or soon will be," I remarked.

"I noticed him yesterday, a big man muttering continually to himself ?" "That's the man," Mr.Mellaire said.
"Do you have many such at sea ?" I asked.
"More than my share, I do believe, sir." He was lighting a cigarette at the moment, and with a quick movement he pulled off his cap, bent his head forward, and held up the blazing match that I might see.
I saw a grizzled head, the full crown of which was not entirely bald, but partially covered with a few sparse long hairs.

And full across this crown, disappearing in the thicker fringe above the ears, ran the most prodigious scar I had ever seen.

Because the vision of it was so fleeting, ere the match blew out, and because of the scar's very prodigiousness, I may possibly exaggerate, but I could have sworn that I could lay two fingers deep into the horrid cleft and that it was fully two fingers broad.