Accompanied by the old schoolmaster, who was to lend him aid in registering the letter to the Kurepain Company, Jim Grimm went aboard in the punt. It was then dark.
“You knows a Yankee when you sees one,” said he, when they reached the upper deck. “Point un out, an’ I’ll ask un.”
“Ay, I’m travelled,” said the schoolmaster, importantly. “And ’twould be wise to ask about this Kurepain Company before you post the letter.” 45
Thus it came about that Jim Grimm timidly approached two gentlemen who were chatting merrily in the lee of the wheel-house.
“Do you know the Kurepain, sir?” he asked.
“Eh? What?” the one replied.
“Hook’s, sir.”
“Hook’s? In the name of wonder, man, Hook’s what?”
“Kurepain, sir.”
“Hook’s Kurepain,” said the stranger. “Doctor,” addressing his companion, “do you recommend–––”