It so happened that the two had first met as fellow prisoners—a confession the passenger did not care to make. Grit inferred this from the reluctance displayed in giving the answer.
"What is your name?"
"Thomas Travers," answered the passenger, rather slowly. "What is yours?"
"Harry Morris."
This answer revealed nothing, since Travers did not know the name of Brandon's wife before marriage.
"Do you make much, ferrying passengers across the river?"
"I do pretty well."
"What is your fare?"
"Ten cents."
"Pretty good. I'd do it for that myself."