"That is a matter which concerns myself," I replied, not very graciously. A moment later, however, I felt I had acted like a cur, for this man had endangered his life to save mine, and but for him I might not have been alive. "Forgive me," I continued; "my mind is much distracted, and I scarcely know what I say."
"Perchance I could help you, if you would trust me," he said.
"I can scarcely trust myself," I replied, "much less a stranger."
"Am I stranger?" he cried, with an hysterical laugh, just as though he were a madman.
"If you are not, who and what are you?" I asked. "What is your name?"
"Name!" he said, wildly. "Esau is my name, my true name."
"Why your true name?"
"Because I have sold my birthright."
"Your birthright! To whom did you sell it?"