He was the sort of man, as a retired seafaring person living in one of Mr.W.W.

Jacobs' cottages at Dunton Green told me, with a guarded significance of manner not uncommon in those parts, who would "get washed up anyhow," and as regards _the_ devouring element was "fit to put a fire out." He considered that Skinner would be as safe on a raft as anywhere.

The retired seafaring man added that he wished to say nothing whatever against Skinner; facts were facts.

And rather than have his clothes made by Skinner, the retired seafaring man remarked he would take his chance of being locked up.

These observations certainly do not present Skinner in the light of an appetising object.
To be perfectly frank with the reader, I do not believe he ever went back to the Experimental Farm.