"Nor I," said the tall gentleman. "Your name," continued he, addressing Boggs, "is Johnson, I believe." Nothing could have relieved Boggs from the suspense under which he was laboring more than this last remark. The gentleman had evidently mistaken him for one Johnson, who had, probably, insulted or injured the tall individual, on some previous occasion. The blush again returned to Boggs' cheeks. "You are mistaken," said he, at last. "My name is Boggs." "Boggs--so it is," said the tall stranger. "My bad memory often leads me into errors. But the mistake is very natural--Johnson sounds so much like Boggs; but, whether Johnson or Boggs, you are the individual whom I seek." This announcement caused Boggs's courage to again descend into his boots. "It is three years since I have seen you," said the tall individual. "During that length of time, a person would be likely to forget a name. But your person, sir, that I could never, never forget," continued the tall man, solemnly, and throwing in a little melo-dramatic action, as he spoke, which made Boggs shudder. "C-c-certainly," said Boggs. "Mr. Boggs," said the stranger, "you probably don't recollect me." "C-can't say that I do," stammered Boggs. "That need make no difference," said the stranger, mysteriously. "I know you." The stranger then commenced feeling in his coat pockets with his hands. Boggs sprang to his feet, observing this movement, fully satisfied that the stranger was seeking his revolver or bowie-knife. "Sir," said Boggs, hurriedly, "if I have ever unconsciously done you an injury, I am ready to apologize. I can see no good reason why this apartment should be made the scene of a sanguinary conflict." "Sanguinary conflict--apology"--said the other, somewhat astonished. "My dear sir, the apology is due to you." Boggs's equanimity was once more restored. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say so," said he. "Could you make it convenient to apologize at once, to fully relieve my mind of the frightful anticipations?" "With the greatest pleasure in the world, Mr. Boggs," said the stranger. "I apologize." "And I cheerfully forgive you," said Boggs. "Then you recollect the circumstance, do you?" asked the stranger. "Hang me if I do," said Boggs. "Then you forgive me in anticipation." "Certainly," replied Boggs. "But what the devil were you feeling in your pockets for so mysteriously?" "My _porte-monnaie_," replied the stranger, who at length succeeded in finding the object of his search. He took from it a gold dollar, two dimes and a cent, and placed them on the table before Boggs. "There," said he, "is the sum of one dollar and twenty-one cents, United States currency, which amount is justly your due."