"O, you do, do you?" replied the landlord, reaching behind himself to set the lamp on the table. "What is it? I've a notion I've seen you before."
"Very like, cap'en. It's all right; on'y business."
"Then what's the business?"
Dan Ogle glanced to left and right in the gloom of the alley, and edged a step nearer. "Best spoke of indoors," he said, hoarsely. "Best for you an' me too. Nothin' to be afraid of—on'y business."
"Afraid of? Phoo! Come in, then."
Dan complied, with an awkward assumption of jaunty confidence, and Captain Nat closed the door behind him.
"Nobody to listen, I suppose?" asked Ogle.
"No, nobody. Out with it!"
"Well, cap'en, just now you thought you'd seen me before. Quite right; so you have. You see me in the same place—just outside that there door. An' I borrowed your boat."
"Umph!" Captain Nat's eyes were keen and hard. "Is your name Dan Ogle?"