"The last time we met I promised you we would meet again."
A fierce look shot into Denman's eyes as he permitted his glance to roam around the garden.
He was studying what the chances would be under certain contingencies.
"As I don't know you, do you know me?"
"You told me your name was King."
"Is that my name?"
"No."
"What is my name?"
"Denman," came the answer in a low, firm tone. The master of the "Nancy" turned deadly pale. Ho realized that something was up, and it came to him that the seeming countryman after all, was a man as keen and resolute as himself.
"You say my name is Denman?"