"That I will," I answered wonderingly.
Talking of many things, we reached at length the place where he must turn aside into the town, while I, who thought it wisdom to avoid the haunts of men, intended to go home along the shore. There he took my hand, and said:
"I would crave one favour ere we part."
"Aye, twenty, and they are granted if 'tis in my power to do it," I answered warmly.
"Nay, 'tis but a little one," said he. "I would know the name of one who used his sword so well."
"My name is Michael Fane; and may I, too, know that of one who saved my life?"
"Dan Foe--a name unknown at present, but one which, as I told you, shall hereafter be as common and familiar as the King's. And so, friend Fane, good night; and if we meet in battle, may we fight fair and bravely, like true Englishmen!"
With that he grasped my hand again, then turned and sped towards the town.
And thus it was that I met one who, as Defoe (a name he took long afterwards), is known to all of you as the writer of that wondrous history of a shipwrecked man upon a lonely island.[1]
[1] The author of Robinson Crusoe was out in the Monmouth Rebellion joining the Duke at Lyme.