instantly , lorn turned his long , wrinkled face and his moist eyes ( showing a faint spot of grey in the centre , though gallan had only overheard about it in a fragment of navvas thought for there was no greater impudence than to look ones maker in the eye ) , settled upon gallans face ; he could feel the touch of the old mans inquisitve gaze making his skin dry , as if by a thin coating of grit .