“First across the ocean; but my father owns a yacht, and I can run it better than he can.”
“How’s your radio friend, Gunseyt? Great name he’s got, isn’t it? That goatee of his ought to make a good direction finder, oughtn’t it?”
“I think I’d change my name if I had one like that,” laughed the boy.
“Why?”
“Because it attracts too much attention. It sounds too much like a joke nom-de-plume of a war correspondent.”
“Ha-ha-ha,” roared Watson. “I hadn’t thought of that. If you were going to change your name from Gunseyt, what name would you choose?”
“If I were going to change my name right now, I’d change it to Lantry.”
Guy looked keenly at the large-featured man as he made this reply. He was watching for a sudden change in his countenance, indicating surprise or confusion; but he was disappointed. The only expression he beheld was one of curiosity.
“Why would you change it to that?” Watson inquired.
“It’s the first that came to my mind. Mr. Gunseyt was telling me a story of a man named Lantry.”