Saltmarsh was sixty, tall, erect, powerfully built, with coal-black hair and whiskers, and he had a well tanned complexion, and a gait and countenance that were full of command, confidence and decision.

His horny hands and wrists were covered with tattoo-marks, and when his lips parted, his teeth showed up white and blemishless.

His voice was the effortless deep bass of a church organ, and would disturb the tranquility of a gas flame fifty yards away.
"They're wonderful pictures," said Barrow.

"We've been examining them." "It is very bleasant dot you like dem," said Handel, the German, greatly pleased.

"Und you, Herr Tracy, you haf peen bleased mit dem too, alretty ?" "I can honestly say I have never seen anything just like them before." "Schon!" cried the German, delighted.