how to turn. They walked along slowly until they came to a shipping office, in the window of which was a sign:
English Spoken Here.
"I am going in here to ask a few questions," said Dave, and entered, followed by Phil and Roger. They found in the office a very stout and very bald old gentleman, wearing big spectacles.
"You speak English, I believe," said Dave, politely.
"I speak English, and a dozen other languages, too," said the bald-headed gentleman, peering at them curiously. "Why—er—how's this?" he added, to Dave. "Is this some joke? Why did you shave so clean?"
"Shave?" repeated Dave. His heart gave a sudden bound. "Why do you ask that question?"
"Why, I—er—this is most extraordinary!" ejaculated the man, still staring at the country youth. "I don't understand it."
"Don't understand what?"
"You look so much like a man I know—a Mr. Dunston Porter. Maybe he is some relative of yours?"
