The little man watched everything with an eagle eye, as if he were afraid some evil might be practised upon his companion.

When the blind man had been placed on a bed, and his foot attended to as well as the rough surgery of the place would admit, Grantham did something he had not already done, and that was to ask them their names.
"My name is Kitwater," said the blind man, "and the name of my friend here is Codd--Septimus Codd.

He's one of the best and staunchest little fellows in the world.

I don't know whether our names will convey much to you, but such as they are you are welcome to them.

As a matter of fact, they are all we have with which to requite your hospitality." Why it should have been so I cannot say, but it was evident from the first that Captain Handiman did not believe the account the refugees gave of themselves.