On the vessel he met a young man who said that his name was Henry Sawyer; and this young man was so blithe and light-hearted that DeGolyer, yielding to the persuasion of contrast, was drawn toward him.

Young Sawyer was accompanied by his uncle, a short, fat, and at times a crusty old fellow.

DeGolyer did not think that the uncle was wholly sound of mind.

One evening, just before reaching port, and while the two young men were standing on deck, looking landward, young Sawyer said: "Do you know, I think more of you than of any fellow I ever met ?" "I don't know it," DeGolyer answered, "but I am tempted to hope so." "Good.

I do, and that's a fact.