The eye was blind as a result of the wound, but in healing the cut had drawn the skin so that the lids of the eye were pulled awry in a perpetual, villainous squint.

It was said that before this wound Flint had been merely an ordinary sailor, but that afterward he was inspired to live up to the terror of his deformed face.
Sam Hall, the "corner post," at Flint's right, was a type of blond stupidity, huge of body, with a bull throat and a round, featureless face.

You looked in vain to find anything significant in this fellow beyond his physical strength, until your glance lingered on his eyes.
They were pale blue, expressionless, but they hinted at possibilities of berserker rage.
The other two, whose backs were toward Harrigan, were Garry Cochrane and Jim Kyle.

The latter might have stood for a portrait of a pirate of the eighteenth century, with a drooping, red mustache and bristling beard.

The reputation of this monster, however, was far less terrible than that of any of the other three, certainly far less than Garry Cochrane.