Where once had been the bridge of his nose was now a sharp indentation.

One ear was weirdly enlarged; and his mouth, though he spoke through narrowly opened lips, glittered in the morning sun with the sheen of purest gold.

Wilbur Cowan was instantly enmeshed by this new personality.
The runner wished to know what he was looking for.

Being told golf balls, he demanded "What for ?" It seemed never to have occurred to him that there would be an object in looking for golf balls.

He curiously handled and weighed a ball in his brown and hairy hand.
"So that's the little joker, is it?
I often seen 'em knockin' up flies with it, but I ain't never been close to one.