Christy looked at him, and was sure that he had seen him before, though he failed to identify him.
"How are you, Christy ?" said the stranger.

"Don't you know me ?" "Your face has a familiar look to me, but I am unable to make you out at first sight," replied the young officer, more puzzled as he examined the features of the young man, who appeared to be about twenty years old.
"You and I both have grown a great deal in the last two years, since we first met on this very wharf; but I am Percy Pierson, and you and I were fellow-voyagers in the Bellevite." "I think you have changed in that time more than I have, or I should have recognized you," answered Christy very coldly, for he was not at all pleased to be identified by any person.
"You are a good deal larger than when I saw you last time, but you look just the same.

I am glad to see you, Christy, for you and I ran a big rig over in Mobile Bay," continued Percy, as he extended his hand to the other.
Christy realized that it would be useless as well as foolish to deny his identity to one who knew him so well.

A moment's reflection assured him that he must make the best of the circumstances; but he wished with all his might that he had not come to Nassau.

He was particularly glad that he had insisted upon separating from Mr.Gilfleur, for the present encounter would have ruined his mission.