"see, the old rascal has gone pretty deep already into the bottle. Ask the girl, Letta, what his name is."
Sam did not at first observe that the child was trembling very much and gazing eagerly at the old man. He had to repeat the question twice before she understood him, and then she asked the girl without taking her eyes off the old man.
"Who is he?" responded the girl in the Malay tongue, "why, that's old Georgie—drunken Georgie."
She had scarcely uttered the words when Letta uttered a wild cry, ran to the old man, leaped into his arms, and hugged him violently.
The man was not only surprised but agitated. He loosened the child's hold so as to be able to look at her face.
"Oh, Georgie, Georgie!" she cried almost hysterically, "don't you know me—don't you know Letta?"
Georgie replied by uttering a great shout of mingled astonishment and joy, as he clasped the child in his arms. Then, setting her down and holding her at arm's length, he cried in remarkably broken English—
"Know you! Wat? Yous hold nuss—hold Georgie—not know Miss Letty. Ho! Miss Letty! my hold 'art 's a-busted a'most! But you's come back. T'ank de Lor'! Look 'ere, Miss Letty. (He
