“Perhaps so,” answered Ben.
“Where do you hang out, any way?”
“On this boat at present.”
“To New York.”
“I’m blamed if you don’t look like a young rascal that peppered me with bird shot two or three nights ago.”
“How did that happen? Did the gun go off by accident?”
“No, he meant it, confound him!”
“I don’t wonder you don’t like my looks if that is the case.”
“Well, I guess you ain’t him. If you was I’d——”