Alpheus

Alpheus, who had reached the age when men desire to act, plunged in after her.

Once more Captain Alpheus Briggs had proved himself, in time of crisis, a man; more than a man—a master of men.

All the way along, shipmasters and seafaring folk nodded respectfully to Alpheus Briggs, or touched their hats to him.

There stood Alpheus Briggs, smearing his bearded lips with his hirsute paw—for once again he had been at the liquor below.

Carefully tended beard, well-brushed coat and polished boots all proclaimed Alpheus Briggs a proud old man.