We were lying at anchor in the Bay and every man had deserted to the gold-mines except the commissioned officers.

I found out nothing about my benefactor but his name--Burton Sanders--a name which I have held in grateful memory ever since.

Every time I have been on the Coast, these twelve or thirteen years, I have tried to get track of him, but have never succeeded.

I wish I could find him and make him understand that his brave act has never been forgotten by me.

Harte, I would rather see him and take him by the hand than any other man on the planet." At this stage or a little later there was an interruption.