"Then I do know him," said Doris. "At least, I've heard of him, and I've met his brother, St Uncus."
"This one's St William," said the moon-boy, "but he's generally known as Fat Bill."
And then they heard a pant, and there, sitting beside them, was an enormous man with a red face. Like his brother, he was nearly bald, but he was about seven times as large, and he had blue eyes and a double chin, and there was a big landing-net in his right hand.
"Good evening," he said, "pleased to meet you. I've heard about the girl of you from my brother Uncus. And the boy of you I saw last year, pulling a little nipper out of a stream."
Cuthbert blushed.
"That was young Liz," he said, "Beardy Ned's kid, but it was quite easy."
"Maybe it was," said Fat Bill, "but, as it happened, you really helped to save two nippers. You see, there was a kid, just at the same moment, fell into a lagoon off Hotoneeta."
"What's Hotoneeta?" asked Cuthbert.
"Bit of an island," he said, "a hundred miles south of the equator."
He cleared his throat.