"But you need not be afraid of that now.

I'm always on my good behaviour whenever I come up to Providence.
I'm really not going in here to drink now, I assure you; this is a house of call for business people, and I want to see some one just come home whom I know." "All right, then," said Fritz, going into the hotel without any further protest; when, following his companion through several long passages, they at length entered a large room at the back.
"Jerusalem!" ejaculated the Rhode Islander almost the very instant he had crossed the threshold of this apartment.

"If that aren't the identical coon right oppo-site, mister!" "Where ?" asked Fritz.
"There," said the other, pointing to where a rather short, broad- shouldered man was engaged in conversation with a lithe lad, whose back was turned but the colour of whose hair reminded Fritz of poor Eric.
"Hullo, Cap'en Brown," sang out the whilom deck hand at this juncture; and, the broad-shouldered man looking round in the direction whence the voice proceeded, the lad also turned his face towards Fritz.
Good heavens! It was his brother Eric, whom he and every one at home had believed to be buried beneath the ocean with the rest of the boat's crew that had escaped when the _Gustav Barentz_ foundered, nothing of them having been heard since! With one bound he was across the room.
"Eric!" he exclaimed in astonishment.
"Fritz!" ejaculated the other; and, forgetting their surroundings in the joy of thus meeting again, the two brothers fell into each other's arms, almost weeping with joy.
"By thunder!" said the Rhode Islander to his friend the sea captain, both looking on with much interest at the affecting scene, "I'm glad I made him come in here anyhow, and we'll have a licker-up on the strength of it, Cap'en Brown.

It seems it wer a sort of providence that made him take our boat away haar, after all!".