"He—he from Boston," said the Jap, after a slight hesitation.
"Look here," broke in Larkin, in his offhand way, "what's your name, young fellow?"
The steward looked into the reporter's frank, kindly face, then answered, "Oto."
"Oto," repeated Fred. "That's a nice easy name to pronounce, if it is Japanese. Well, Oto, how about your chum—what's his name?"
"Oshima. We from Japan."
"So I suspected," laughed Fred. "Been over long?"
The boy looked puzzled.
"When did you leave home?"
Oto shook his head. "Un'erstan' ver' leetle English," he said.