Among them was a young Englishman, perhaps twenty-five years of age, named August Locke. The rest were old or middle-aged men, and it was natural that Locke and Guy should become more closely acquainted than the others.
On the first day, August Locke made overtures to Guy.
“I am glad,” he said, “that there is one young person on board besides myself. Suppose we become friends?”
“I shall be glad to know you better,” replied Guy. “I was beginning to feel lonesome.”
“You are English, like myself?”
“No; I am an American.”
“And traveling alone? Why, you can’t be much over sixteen!”
“That is my age.”
“It seems strange to me that a boy of your age should be traveling alone so far from home.”
“I sometimes wonder at it myself.”