“Well, who do you think it—”
“Jack?”
“Hunka.”
“Uncle Henry?”
“Nope.” Mr. Wrenn felt lonely at finding himself so completely outside Morton’s own world that he was not thought of. He hastened to claim a part in that world:
“Say, Mr. Morton, I wonder if you’ve ever heard of a cattle-boat called the Merian?”
“I—Say! Is this Bill Wrenn?”
“Yes.”
“Well, well, well! Where are you? When’d you get back?”
“Oh, I been back quite a little while, Morty. Tried to get hold of you—almost called up couple of times. I’m in my office—Souvenir Company—now. Back on the old job. Say, I’d like to see you.”