Them Dutchmen could n't talk nuthin' but their own lingo; an' thar wa'n't a navigator aboard, fer Sanchez hed kept all the offercers with him, an' the end wus about a week later, when we piled up against an island off the African coast, an' only one boat load of us got ashore.

Thet's whut I know about Sanchez." "I had a shipmate once," I observed, interested in his story, "who claimed to have seen the fellow; he described him as being a very large man, with intensely black hawklike eyes, and a heavy black beard almost hiding his face." Haley laughed.
"Maybe he looked like that when he saw him, but he ain't no bigger man than I am; he won't weigh as much by fifteen pound.

Fact is he mighty seldom looks the same, fer thet's part o' his game.

Them whiskers is false, an' so is the saller look to his face.

I 've seen him in all sorts o' disguises.