"So I did—the man who looks like you. But I"
"Wait a minute. Don't you remember his telling you a story about a crazy nurse and a lost child?"
"I certainly do, but"
Dave drew the photograph from his pocket and thrust it forward, directly before the tar's eyes.
"There is the man!" he cried. "Now, what is his name? Tell me his name, at once!"
"Dunston Porter!" fairly shouted the sailor. "Dunston Porter! That's it! I knew I would remember it sometime! Dunston Porter, of course it was! Funny how I forgot it. Better write it down, afore it slips my cable again."
"Dunston Porter!" murmured Dave, and the others likewise repeated the name.
"Ha! this is remarkable!" ejaculated Caspar Potts. "Dave, do you remember what you called yourself when you were first found and taken to the poorhouse."
"I do, sir. I called myself Davy, and Porter, and Dun-Dun."
"Exactly, and Dun-Dun meant Dunston. You were trying to repeat the name, 'Dunston Porter'!"
"That would seem to be the fact," came from Oliver Wadsworth. "And if so" He paused significantly.
"You think my real name is Dunston Porter?"
