“I don't think there are.”
“That's good. It makes our chance better, you know. I say, what's your name?”
“Herbert Carter.”
“Same as the old man's?”
“Yes.”
“Did he know you was named for him?”
“Of course.”
“Then he may leave you something for the name,” suggested the other, not very well pleased.
“I don't expect anything. What is your name?”
“Cornelius Dixon. I'm related to the old man on my mother's side.”