“Yes, you do, honey son. You remembah the boy with the quare long name sistah told you about, who stood there when the ship was all afiah and wouldn’t leave because his fathah had told him to bide? He was a hero.” But Hoyle was too shy to respond, and David could feel his little heart thumping against his arm as he held him.

“Tell the gentleman, Hoyle. He don’t bite, I reckon,” called the mother from her corner.

“His name begun like yourn, Cass, but I cyan’t remembah the hull of it.”

“Casabianca, was it?” said Thryng, smiling.

“I reckon. Did you-uns know him?”

“When I was a small chap like you, I used to read about him.”