"N-no; I don't exactly know him. But I know who you mean. Tall man, yellow mustache?"
Rosalind nodded.
"Hum!" said Sam reflectively. "How long has he been at Witherbee's?"
"I haven't the least idea."
"He's spoken of me, has he?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"Why, nothing really; except that he asked some questions in order to identify you and said he had seen you. I told him you had brought me down."
"Did you tell him when I brought you?" inquired the boatman.
"Well, I said—or perhaps I let him infer—that you brought me down this morning."