“Who commanded the Jane?”
“The Jane? Yes. The same man.”
“An English schooner which put in at Tristan d’Acunha eleven years ago?”
“Eleven years, Mr. Jeorling. I had been settled in the island where Captain Jeffrey, of the Berwick, of London, found me in the year 1824, for full seven years. I perfectly recall this William Guy, as if he were before me. He was a fine, open-hearted fellow, and I sold him a cargo of seal-skins. He had the air of a gentleman, rather proud, but good-natured.”
“And the Jane?”
“I can see her now at her moorings in the same place as the Halbrane. She was a handsome vessel of one hundred and eighty tons, very slender for’ards. She belonged to the port of Liverpool.”
“Yes; that is true, all that is true.”
“And is the Jane still afloat, Mr. Jeorling?”
“No, Mr. Glass.”
“Was she lost?”