"Richard Thomas, New Orleans."
"The one must be a lawyer," said Professor Bill, with a good bit of respect in his tones.
"Did you notice the silent one? What a giant in size he is? He'd make an oar fly, I'll wager, eh, Hugh?" said one of the raftsmen.
"Aye," said Hugh, meditatively.
"The one fellow is a Cornishman," said Bill.
"Whas that, Bill?" said the tavern keeper.
"A native of the southwest of England, a section noted for its minerals and seamen."
"How do ye ken that, Bill?" asked Hugh Lark.
"Because," said Bill,