And I wish you'd let me tell you, besides, that I've taken this wreck business as much to heart as you have; something kind of rises in my throat when I think we're beaten; and if I thought waiting would do it, I would stick on this reef until we starved." I tried in vain to thank him for these generous words, but he was beforehand with me in a moment.
"I didn't bring you ashore to sound my praises," he interrupted.

"We understand one another now, that's all; and I guess you can trust me.
What I wished to speak about is more important, and it's got to be faced.

What are we to do about the Flying Scud and the dime novel ?" "I really have thought nothing about that," I replied.

"But I expect I mean to get at the bottom of it; and if the bogus Captain Trent is to be found on the earth's surface, I guess I mean to find him." "All you've got to do is talk," said Nares; "you can make the biggest kind of boom; it isn't often the reporters have a chance at such a yarn as this; and I can tell you how it will go.

It will go by telegraph, Mr.
Dodd; it'll be telegraphed by the column, and head-lined, and frothed up, and denied by authority, and it'll hit bogus Captain Trent in a Mexican bar-room, and knock over bogus Goddedaal in a slum somewhere up the Baltic, and bowl down Hardy and Brown in sailors' music halls round Greenock.