CHAPTER XXII
ABOUT SOME MISSING MEN
The hotel proved to be a one-story building of Spanish architecture, with numerous small windows and a rather low door. It was presided over by a round-faced Englishman, who stared at Billy Dill curiously when the old tar presented himself.
"Do you remember me, Mr. Chadsey?" asked the sailor.
"I do," was the answer. "You were here some years ago. But I cannot recall your name."
"Billy Dill."
"Oh, yes, yes; you were with Mr. Porter and Mr. Lemington," returned the hotel-keeper.
"That's it. I am looking for Mr. Porter now."
"Sorry, but he isn't here."
"Isn't here?" cried Dave, and his heart sank. "Isn't he in town at all?"
"No, he left the island a couple of months ago."
"And where did he go to?"
"I don't know. He said something about going to Sobago Island and something about going to Australia, but where he really did go to, I have not learned."
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