It was not Solon, for the head had been that of a white man.

Could it have been his mother's only brother, his Uncle Billy, the brave, merry young fellow who was to have been his raftmate?
Winn had already learned to love as well as to admire Billy Brackett, though how much he had not known, until now that he believed him to be gone out of his life forever.
He tried to believe that it was some one else, but in vain.

The girl whom he had just rescued was certainly Sabella, so of course the boat that he had seen crushed like an egg-shell must have been the _Whatnot_.

Oh, if he had only been a little closer, or if the fog had not been so thick! The boat was almost certain to have been the _Whatnot_ though, and in that case the brave swimmer, who had missed safety by a hair's-breadth must have been-- Here a moan diverted Winn's attention from his own unhappiness, and caused him to spring to the side of the little girl.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.