"You live around here, I suppose?" remarked Martin, at length, looking at Ralph sharply with his coal-black eyes.
"Yes, sir, I live at Westville."
"Lived there long?"
"All my life."
"Then you must know the folks there pretty well?"
"I know nearly everybody, sir."
"Any rich folks live in the town?"
"I don't know what you would call rich," laughed the young boatman. "There are no millionaires, but there are several people quite well-to-do."
"Who are they?"
"There is Mr. Carrington, and the Widow Pennover for two, and then Squire Paget is pretty well fixed, I imagine."