He was lying on his back, playing with a beautiful little parrot.

Opposite him, sitting up in his bunk, was another young fellow, with a singularly coarse, repulsive countenance, long yellow hair, half-way down his back, clothed like the other in greasy breeches.

This last one was puffing at a short black pipe, in an affected way, making far more noise than was necessary in that operation, and seemed to be thinking of something insolent to say to the last speaker, whoever he may have been.
Another man was sitting on the end of the bench before the fire, with his legs stretched out before it.

At the first glance Frank saw that this was a superior person to the others.

He was dressed like the others in black top-boots, but, unlike the others, he was clean and neat.