"Well, you had the Bible and your satchel and your bundle of clothes," went on Dave, impressively. "And at that time you fell in with a man who afterwards gave you his photograph."
"So I did—the man who looks like you. But I——"
"Wait a minute. Don't you remember his telling you a story about a crazy nurse and a lost child?"
"I certainly do, but——"
Dave drew the photograph from his pocket and thrust it forward, directly before the tar's eyes.
"There is the man!" he cried. "Now, what is his name? Tell me his name, at once!"
"Tell me his name, at once!"—[Page 121].
"Dunston Porter!" fairly shouted the sailor. "Dunston Porter! That's it! I knew I would remember it sometime! Dunston Porter, of course it was! Funny how I forgot it. Better write it down, afore it slips my cable again."