Nicholas Bundy surveyed his countenance attentively.
"Are you Jacob Spratt?" he asked.
"Yes," answered the bartender. "Do you know me?"
"I knew you twenty years ago," answered the miner.
"I don't remember you."
"You once knew me well."
"I have seen many faces in my time. I can't remember so many years back."
"Do you recall the name of Nicholas Bundy?"
"Ay, that I do. You used to come here with a man named Jones."
"Yes—Rupert Jones. Can you tell me where he is now?"