“When is that? Ten-thirty?”
“Yes; ten-thirty.”
“That's in about an hour. Well, then, I suppose——-” He made as if to rise, but settled back again. Finally Halloran spoke.
“I think I know your daughter, Captain.”
“You know her?”
“Yes; I saw her several times a few years ago. I can tell you a good deal about George, too.”
“She's a good girl. We used to think she took after me a little. I think maybe—I think I'll bring her right back with me to-night or tomorrow; and then you can come around and see us.”
“Yes. What would you say if I were to go down with you, Captain. Perhaps I could help you find her and George.” He hesitated a moment. “We'll bring the boy back, too. I guess we can manage to keep him busy around the office until the mills start up again.”
“Do you know how old he is?”
“George must be about sixteen, I should say.”