Well, they heard my sobs, and a huge fellow came with his mouth full, and smelling like a pickle bottle.
"Where am I ?" "Aboard the brig Eliza, Liverpool, homeward bound; glad to see them eyes open." "Have I been here long ?" "Matter o' ten days." "Where did you find me ?" "Floating in a hen-coop; thought you was a dead 'un." "Do you know what ship ?" "Do we know?
No, that's what you've got to tell us!" "I can't," I sighed, too weak to wag my head upon the pillow.
The man went to my cabin door.
"Here's a go," said he; "forgotten the name of his blessed ship, he has.
Where's that there paper, Mr.Bowles?
There's just a chance it may be the same." "I've got it, sir." "Well, fetch it along, and come you in, Mr.Bowles; likely you may think o' somethin'." A reddish, hook-nosed man, with a jaunty, wicked look, came and smiled upon me in the friendliest fashion; the smell of onions became more than I knew how to endure.
"Ever hear of the ship Lady Jermyn ?" asked the first corner, winking at the other.
I thought very hard, the name did sound familiar; but no, I could not honestly say that I had beard it before.
The captain looked at his mate.
"It was a thousand to one," said he; "still we may as well try him with the other names.

Ever heard of Cap'n Harris, mister ?" "Not that I know of." "Of Saunderson-stooard ?" "No." "Or Crookes-quartermaster." "Never." "Nor yet of Ready--a passenger ?" "No." "It's no use goin' on," said the captain folding up the paper.
"None whatever, sir," said the mate "Ready! Ready!" I repeated.

"I do seem to have heard that name before.
Won't you give me another chance ?" The paper was unfolded with a shrug.
"There was another passenger of the name of San-Santos.

Dutchman, seemin'ly.

Ever heard o' him ?" My disappointment was keen.