“Ye ’member Easton’s Springs close by an’ Pilot Knob away off in the distance?”
“Very well, indeed, and Guoff’s pond.”
“Boy, what mought yer name be?”
“Crane.”
“Crane!”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll ber dorg!”
The old man stood gazing and grinning at Crane for some moments, and then added:
“What’s yer pap’s name?”
“Eliphas Crane.”