More introductions followed; but when it came the turn of the young fellow whom I did not know, the girl laughed, and held out her hand.
"Hello, Jack," she said with evident satisfaction. "I had no idea that I should see you here."
"Nor I you," he replied. "But aren't you glad? I am."
And she laughed again, and bade him wait and see.
The young fellow's name was Jack Ogilvie. And when I had found that out we drifted into chairs, and began to ask questions. I was next to Bobby, who is a cousin of Eve's.
"What boat is that, Bobby?"
"Rattlesnake," said Bobby. "She was the Ebenezer, but they changed it. Too bad, when we had a name that just fitted. We're in the navy now, you know. We're all U.S.N.R.F., Class four. The Ebenezer belonged to Jimmy and me, but the Rattlesnake belongs to the U.S. We offered it to them, and they took it so quick it almost took our breath away. She makes thirty miles an hour easy, and a little better if we drive her. You know that I'm a partner of Jimmy's now."
I nodded. Seven years ago he was office boy, just out of college.
"Any clams on this piazza, Adam?" Bobby asked. "I see—"
"Yes," I interrupted, "anybody might. These boots are not invisible. I wish they were. Neither is the clam hoe. Circumstances beyond my control, Bobby,—But what is Jimmy?"