"We've always called him 'Skipper,'" answered Bobby. "He was a sailor once, but that was long before I came. He's lived at Abel's Bay, I heard him say, over twenty years. He's told Jimmy and me a lot about Harvard College, and when he was a boy he lived in a place called Carrington—"
"What! Carrington?" exclaimed Mr. Winslow. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir," said Bobby. "He's often told Jimmy and me about his home there when he was a boy."
The two men looked at each other and they were plainly excited, and in an intensely expectant voice Mr. Winslow asked:
"Did he ever speak of his family?"
"Yes, sir—of his father and mother and brother and sister," said Bobby.
"Anything else?"
"Why, yes, sir; about the trees and flowers and garden and—"
"I mean about himself," interrupted Mr. Winslow. "Did he ever tell you about a bank, or why he left home?"
"No, sir," said Bobby. "I remember, though, a story he used to tell us about two boys whose father had a bank. One borrowed some money from the bank and lost it gambling, and because he had a wife and little child the other brother told their father that he did it, though he didn't know anything about it until after it was done. The brother that took the money tried to stop him. The father of the boys sent the one who said he took the money away, and he went and settled in a land like The Labrador, and never saw his old home or any of his people again."