"Duncan—Duncan," mused the agent, as he looked over his books. "Seems to me I remember the name. Was he the Duncan from somewhere down the coast?"
"The Rockypoint light," supplied Joe.
"Oh, yes, now I know. But why are you asking?" and the agent turned a rather suspicious look on Joe. "Is there anything wrong—is Mr. Duncan wanted for anything? I always try to protect my clients, you know, and I must find out why you are asking. Has he committed any crime, or is he wanted by anyone?"
Blake started at the coincidence of the words.
"Yes," answered Joe; "he is wanted by me—I'm his son, and I'd like very much to find him. We found some of his letters, and there was one from you about a berth you might have vacant."
"That's right, my boy, and I'm glad to learn that is why you want Nate Duncan, for he and I are friends in a way."
"But has he shipped?" asked Joe, eagerly.
"He has," answered the agent. "He signed for a trip to China, and it will be a good while before he gets back here, I'm afraid. It's a long voyage."
"To China!" cried Joe. "Oh, if he had only received my letter he would be here now with me. Poor Dad!"
