"Who is he?"
"Massa—massa—" and the darkey scratched his head, to stimulate his memory, which act instantly brought the name to his mind.
"Massa Lousey."
"Mister what, you black scoundrel!"
"Yes, sar,—Massa Lousey; dat's de name."
"Lousey?" repeated Jaspar.
"Stop bit," said the waiter, a new idea penetrating his cranium. "Dar Lousey, dat's de name, for sartin."
"Dalhousie," responded Jaspar. "Give my compliments to Mr. Dalhousie, and ask him to oblige me with a few moments' conversation in this room."
"Yes, sar;" and the waiter retired, muttering, "Dar Lousey."
The Dragon was a small steamer, which had been sent, on the intelligence of a "blow up," to obtain the particulars for the press, and render assistance to the survivors. Dalhousie was a transient visitor at the hotel, and, with many others, had gone in the Dragon to gratify his curiosity.