Burt smiled. Cook and Sam Henry were identical. Any doubts he might have had on the subject were laid at rest by the dive-keeper’s words.
“Yes,” said Burt, “I know all about his going away, but he has returned.”
“What do you want him for?”
“To ask him a few questions.”
“Nothing more?”
“Nothing.”
“You surely ain’t giving me a yarn, old man?”
“’Pon my honor, I ain’t.”
“I’ve seen Enoch since he came home. I’ve always put him down for a mighty liar, but now I find he is the most magnificent one I ever ran across.”
“How is that?”