The forehead was narrow and sloped backward from the brow, denoting animal instincts.
The eyes were close together, yellowish-brown in color, and had a peculiar vibrating movement, as though they were hung on a pivot, like a compass-needle.

The nose was long and hooked, and the mouth set in a thin, cruel line.

There was in the man's aspect an extraordinary combination of ignorance, vanity, cunning and ferocity.
While the two chiefs held a short consultation, this savage-appearing white man addressed the brothers.
"Who're you, an' where you goin' ?" he asked gruffly, confronting Jim.
"My name is Downs.

I am a preacher, and was on my way to the Moravian Mission to preach to the Indians.

You are a white man; will you help us ?" If Jim expected the information would please his interrogator, he was mistaken.
"So you're one of 'em?
Yes, I'll do suthin' fer you when I git back from this hunt.