"No; but they all seem to be seamen, save one."
"One?"
"Yes."
(How little could she dream who this one was!)
"And you are able to distinguish," she resumed.
"At once—by their hands and general appearance."
"And this one, who is not a seaman?"
"Is a pale, and thin—but then he has been starved—and gentleman-like young man. Though half dead with privation, he made a whispered apology for the trouble he gave us."
"Poor fellow!" said Ethel, whose eyes glistened.
"Where was their vessel from?—how was she lost?—and where was she lost?" asked Rose.