Here this week.

Lives up in Warehold in that big house with the brick gate-posts." The man walked on for some time in silence and then asked: "You're sure the child is livin' and that the mother's name is Jane ?" "Sure?
Don't I tell ye Cobden's in the crew and Miss Jane was here this week! He's up the beach on patrol or you'd 'a' seen him when you fust struck the Station." The stranger quickened his steps.

The information seemed to have put new life into him again.
"Did you ever hear of a man named Bart Holt," he asked, "who used to be 'round here ?" Neither man was looking at the other as they talked.

The conversation was merely to pass the time of day.
"Yes; he's the captain's son.

Been dead for years.