What the man can DO and how he does it, is more important.
"No use goin' to the inlet," continued Green.

"I'll report to the captain.

Come along back.

I tell ye it's gettin' thick," and he looked out across the breakers, only the froth line showing in the dim twilight.
The three turned and retraced their steps.
Tod quickened his pace and stepped into the house ahead of the others.
Not only did he intend to tell the captain of what he had heard, but he intended to tell him at once.
Captain Holt was in his private room, sitting at his desk, busy over his monthly report.

A swinging kerosene lamp hanging from the ceiling threw a light full on his ruddy face framed in a fringe of gray whiskers.