He was a resolute-looking fellow, with brown eyes, and a reddish tinge of hair.

As he lowered the glasses a moment, I saw him glance back at us curiously.
"Had n't seen you before," he explained cordially enough.

"Dark when we came over the side, you know.

Bad morning." "The fog is lifting.

What is that black mass out there ?" "Cosmos Island," and he turned his lenses the other way.