Leopold took off his old hat, and bowed respectfully to the gentleman, who was muffled up in an immense overcoat with a long cape.
"I do not," added the Hon. Mr. Hamilton, with a puzzled expression.
The skipper of the Rosabel thought it was very strange that the honorable gentleman did not recognize him; for he did not consider that he had grown three inches taller himself, and that the distinguished guest of the Cliff House met a great many people in the course of a year.
"Don't you know my boat, sir?" asked Leopold, laughing as he pointed astern at the sloop.
"I do not."
"Well, sir, that's the Rosabel. You have sailed in her more than once."
"O, this is Leopold, then!" exclaimed Mr. Hamilton. "You ought to know where we are."
"I do, sir; and I know that you were headed for the High Rock ledges. I can prick your position on the chart."
"He knows all about this coast, Captain Bounce," added Mr. Hamilton, turning to the Sailing-master. "He will be a safe pilot for you."
"Well youngster, we are bound to Belfast," said the sailing-master, thrusting his fists deep down into the pockets of his pea-jacket.