Some half a dozen sailors lounged here and there and these stared as wonderingly at the invasion of strangers as the subaltern had done.

But their guide did not pause longer than to see that they had all reached the deck safely, when he led them into a spacious cabin.
Here they faced Captain Carg, whom Patsy afterward declared was the tallest, thinnest, chilliest man she had ever encountered.

His hair was grizzled and hung low on his neck; his chin was very long and ended in a point; his nose was broad, with sensitive nostrils that marked every breath he drew.

As for his eyes, which instantly attracted attention, they were brown and gentle as a girl's but had that retrospective expression that suggests far-away thoughts or an utter lack of interest in one's surroundings.

They never looked at but through one.