d; 'don't you know
whether you have?'

"'No,' ses Ginger Dick, very sad. 'When I was wrecked the fust time
I was in a open boat for three weeks, and, wot with the exposure and
'ardly any food, I got brain-fever and lost my memory.'

"'Pore thing,' ses the landlady agin.

"'I might as well be a orfin,' ses Ginger, looking down; 'sometimes I
seem to see a kind, 'and-some face bending over me, and fancy it's my
mother's, but I can't remember 'er name, or my name, or anythink about
'er.'

"'You remind me o' my boy very much,' ses the landlady, shaking 'er
'ead; 'you've got the same coloured 'air, and, wot's extraordinary,
you've got the same tattoo marks on your wrists. Sailor-boy dancing on
one and a couple of dolphins on the other. And 'e 'ad a little scar on
'is eyebrow, much the same as yours.'

"'Good 'evins,' ses Ginger Dick, starting back and looking as though 'e
was trying to remember something.

"'I s'pose they're common among seafaring men?' ses the landlady, going
off to attend to a customer.

"Ginger Dick would ha' liked to ha'seen'er abit more excited, but 'e
ordered another glass o' bitter from the barmaid, and tried to think 'ow
he was to bring out about the ship on his chest and the letters on 'is
back. The landlady served a couple o' men, and by and by she came back
and began talking agin.

"'I like sailors,' she ses; 'one thing is, my boy was a sailor; and
another thing is, they've got such feelin' 'earts. There was two of 'em
in 'ere the other day, who'd been in 'ere once or twice, and one of 'em
was that kind 'earted I thought he would ha' 'ad a fit at something I
told him.'

"'Ho,' ses Ginger, pricking up his ears, 'wot for?'

"'I was just talking to 'im about my boy, same as I might be to you,'
ses the old lady, 'and I was just telling 'im about the poor child
losing 'is finger----'

"'Losing 'is _wot?_' ses Ginger, turning pale and staggering back.

"'Finger,' ses the landlady. 'E was only ten years old at the time, and
I'd sent 'im out to--Wot's the matter? Ain't you well?'

"Ginger didn't answer 'er a word, he couldn't. 'E went on going
backwards until 'e got to the door, and then 'e suddenly fell through it
into the street, and tried to think.

"Then 'e remembered Sam and Peter, and when 'e thought of them safe
and sound aboard the _Penguin_ he nearly broke down altogether, as 'e
thought how lonesome he was.

"All 'e wanted was 'is arms round both their necks same as they was th