"My name is Wickwood," he answered, with a dazed look around him.
"Did you two go on shore with Angy?" inquired Dory of Sangfraw; and he was not confident that this was a real name.
"No, we did not: we staid on board, and we have not been on shore at all. Chuck and Mack went with Angy," replied Sangfraw; and he looked up into Dory's face, as though he was seeking for some information in regard to him.
"What was this place, this steerage, fitted up for?" asked Dory.
"For the club."
"What did you want of ten berths?"
"Because there are ten of the members."
"Where are the other five?"
"They were to join us up here somewhere."
"That's it, is it?" added Dory, glancing at the instructor.