What then does he really look like ?" Haley spat again onto the deck, and scratched his shock of hair as though thus to stimulate his memory.
"Oh, a sorter swash-bucklin' Spanish don--the kind whut likes ter dress up, an' play the dandy.

He's got a pink an' white complexion, the Castilian kind yer know, an' wears a little moustache, waxed up at the ends.

He's about two inches taller than I am, with no extra flesh, but with a hell of a grip in his hands.

As I said afore, if it wa'n't fer his eyes nobody'd ever look at him twice.

All his devilishness shows thar, an' I've seen 'em laugh like he didn't have a care on earth." "How old a man is he ?" "How old is the devil?
I heard he wus about forty-five; I reckon he must be thet, but he don't look older than thirty.