“Frank—Frank,” repeated Caleb slowly. “That has a familiar sound.”
“It has to me, too,” said Brandon slowly. “I’ve been trying to think, ever since I met the girl, where I had heard her name and seen her face, too, for both seem familiar.”
“I have it!” suddenly exclaimed Caleb, smiting his thigh.
“Well?”
“Frank was the name of the chap as Adoniram’s sister married—the little one, ye know.”
“You’re right. And her name was Milly, too,” Brandon rejoined eagerly. “Bet you this was a daughter of hers. I thought her face looked familiar, and now I think of it, it was because she looked so much like the face of Milly Pepper—her picture hung in the room they gave me at Mr. Pepper’s.”
“’Twould tickle ’Doniram ’most to death to know he had a niece,” Caleb said.
“And Miss Frances, too. As soon as we find the Silver Swan we must look up the Success.... And that reminds me, Caleb. You say you’ve heard of the wreck again?”
The captain of the whaleback drew a telegram from his pocket and passed it over to his young second officer.
“That’s from ’Doniram. As I said, I got it this afternoon.”