Being driven to bay, I stood my ground firmly, and confronted him.
"Do you belong to the sloop which is anchored in the bay, my lad ?" inquired he, with a mild voice and pleasant smile, affected, of course, to conceal his real intentions.
"Yes," was my rather curt reply.
"What is the name of the sloop ?" "Lapwing." "Where does the Lapwing belong ?" "To St.Bartholomew." "Where are you from last ?" "St.Bartholomew." "Hum! What is the name of your captain ?" "James Lordick." "Ah, James Lordick ?" exclaimed he, with vivacity.

"Indeed" Then addressing me abruptly, he inquired, "Where do YOU belong ?" "Now for it," thought I to myself; "the time has come when I must plunge headforemost into the sea of falsehood; so here goes." And I answered boldly, "To Saba." "To Saba?
Do you, indeed ?" And he gazed at me with his piercing eyes, as if he could read my very soul.

"To Saba.

You belong to Saba?
What is your name ?" "John Lordick." "Is it possible!" exclaimed my black-whiskered friend.

"Are you REALLY John Lordick, the brother of James?
Good Lord! Who would have thought it!" Thus strongly appealed to, I felt unable to reply except by an affirmative nod.
"So you are John Lordick?
I heard you were dead.