"This is the ship Bouncing Betsey, isn't it?" he inquired.
"Yes," answered one of the sailors.
"I was told to bring this chest here, then."
"Who is it for?"
"Jack Randall."
"That's the mate, you lubber. Why don't you put a handle to his name?"
"No, it's for a boy."
"We haven't got any such boy aboard as I knows on."
"There ain't two ships of this name, are there?"
"Not as I ever heerd tell."