out much delay. I felt sure that Captain Len Guy would not refuse to take me to the islands. I informed Mr. Glass of my intention, and he remarked, still in a tone of annoyance,—
"As for your captain, I have not even seen the colour of his hair."
"I don't think he has any intention of coming ashore."
"Is he ill?"
"Not to my knowledge. But it does not concern you, since he has sent his lieutenant to represent him."
"Oh, he's a cheerful person! One may extract two words from him occasionally. Fortunately, it is easier to get coin out of his pocket than speech out of his lips."
"That's the important thing, Mr. Glass."
"You are right, sir—Mr. Jeorling, of Connecticut, I believe?"
I assented.
"So! I know your name, while I have yet to learn that of the captain of the Halbrane."
"His name is Guy—Len Guy."
"An Englishman?"
"Yes—an Englishman."
"He might have taken the trouble to pay a visit to a countryman of his, Mr. Jeorling! But stay! I had some dealings formerly with a captain of that name. Guy, Guy—"
"William Guy?" I asked, quickly.
"Precisely. William Guy."
"Who commanded the Jane?"
"The Jane? Yes. The same man."
"An English schooner which put in at Tristan d'Acunha eleven years ago?"
