"His name ought to be Townsend, hadn't it?"
"Not at all. Uncle Archie is my father's brother, while Uncle Jim is my mother's brother."
"Then your name ought to be Townsend instead of Harris."
"Ho, ho!" laughed Captain Sixty. "He's a keen one, girl, and no mistake!"
"Of course he's a keen one, Uncle Jim," replied the girl, "or Uncle Archie wouldn't have had him take a hand in this work. You see, Motor Matt," and here she turned to the youth, "Uncle Archie Townsend's real name is Harris, while my mother's maiden name was Sixty. So, you see——"
"Softly, girl, softly," breathed Captain Sixty. "We don't want to talk too much about our relatives in this public place. Walls have ears, you know."
"I understand," said Matt. He had long known that Townsend, merely to save himself annoyance from newspaper reporters and other curious people, had one name ashore and another afloat, and used only his right name when at home in Philadelphia and among his friends. "Let me introduce both of you to my pards," Matt added, turning to Dick and Carl.
Sixty was more than agreeable to Dick and Carl, and Carl, on his part, tried to be more than agreeable to Miss Harris.
"Have we all got a part in this work of Mr. Townsend's?" asked Matt, feeling somewhat relieved, although still a little surprised over the way the matter had fallen out.
"Haven't you ever heard Uncle Archie speak of Captain Sixty?" inquired Miss Harris.