She used to be used as a kind of a barroom and dancin' platform till the fellow that used her for such went out o' business." He paused, and then added: "What might your name be ?" "Cleggett." He appeared to reflect on the name.

But he said: "If you was to ask me, I'd say her timbers is sound." "Tell me," said Cleggett, "was she a deep-water ship?
Could a ship like her sail around the world, for instance?
I can tell that you know all about ships." Something like a grin of gratified vanity began to show on the brown one's features.

He leaned back against the rail and looked at Cleggett with the dawn of approval in his eyes.
"My name's Abernethy," he suddenly volunteered.

"Isaiah Abernethy.
The fellow that owns her is Goldberg.

Abraham Goldberg.