But his countenance was broad-browed and intelligently formed.

Tom, I later learned, was his name--Tom Spink, an Englishman.

He was blue-eyed, fair-skinned, well- grizzled, and, to the eye, a hale fifty years of age.

His reply of "Good morning, sir" was cheery, and he smiled as he uttered the simple phrase.
He did not look sailor-like, as did Henry, the training-ship boy; and yet I felt at once that he was a sailor, and an able one.
It was Mr.Pike's watch, and on asking him about Tom he grudgingly admitted that the man was the "best of the boiling." Miss West emerged from the chart-house, with a rosy morning face and her vital, springy limb-movement, and immediately began establishing her contacts.

On asking how I had slept, and when I said wretchedly, she demanded an explanation.