"No, but probably some of the crew on shore can tell you, if you can find them," he replied.
Disappointed, I made my way up town again.
Entering a drug store, and calling for a directory, I soon found Marine's residence address, and a half hour later I had reached his home.
Several children met me at the door, and in response to my query, summoned their mother, a very pleasant-faced woman, as I recall her, who at once seemed to know that I was in trouble.
She gave me explicit directions how to find her husband.
"Please tell him to come home at once, if you find him," she said. It was after 11 o'clock when I bade the lady good-night.
After losing all this time, I was determined to find Marine now, if I had to traverse every street in Wilmington.
Having canvassed views in the town, I had no trouble in finding the section the lady had directed me to.
The place I entered was a kind of half grocery store and half saloon—the saloon, of course, being in the rear.