“Jim Banta.”

“Do you belong to this schooner?”

“Yes, but, I am going to get off her as quick as I can.”

“You did me a good turn.”

“I know it.”

“Some day you may come to New York.”

“I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

“We may meet again.”

“I hope so, and then I’ll tell you something.”

“And I may tell you something,” said Ike.