I recognized him by a peculiar snuffle that had long been a settled habit of his.
Quick to think and act, I sprang to my feet, and dropping all fears of pursuit, followed him.
When he had got into a section of the city where there was no chance of his being rescued by the pirates, I hastened my pace and finally reached his side.
"How are you, Dick?"
He gave a start as I called him by name, and turning swiftly, glanced keenly at me, pausing beneath a street lamp that he might see me better.
"Is my disguise so good, then?" I asked, with a laugh, speaking in my natural tone.
"Howard!"
"Correct."
"Your disguise is perfect."
"Would my own mother know me?"