John P. Arthur stared. "I never heard of it."
"Did you say he had shipped off three more of you? May I ask, then, where are the other two?"
"I left them at Liverpool. We didn't agree. I should calculate they're gone upon the burst. We each had twenty-five dollars and our fares." John P. Arthur slapped the inner pocket of his coat. "I've still got my twenty-five, besides half a dollar saved out of my fare."
"May I ask the names of your two missing brothers?"
"One is John A. Francis, and the other--I forget the other's name."
It was Mr. Harland's turn to stare.
"You forget your brother's name?"
"There are such a lot of them that one gets mixed."
"I quite concede that there do appear to be a lot of them, and that one may get mixed, but still--your brother's name! May I ask the ages of the young gentlemen whom you presume have gone upon the burst? About your own?"
"I should say John A. Francis is younger than me. I fought him three times as we were crossing. I licked each time. He must be younger."