"No." The stranger stepped to the quay-door and looked down the ladder. On the deck below him stood a man about his own age and proportions, fitting a block. His flannel shirt hung loosely about a magnificent pair of shoulders, and was tucked up at the sleeves, about the bulge of his huge forearms. He wore no cap, and as he stooped the light wind puffed back his hair, which was grey and fine. "Hi, there--William Dendle!" "Hullo!" The man looked up quickly. "Can you spare a word? Don't trouble to come up--I'll climb down to you." He went down the ladder carefully, hugging the band-box in his left arm. "You disremember me, I dessay," he began, as he stood on the yacht's deck. "Well, I do, to be sure. Oughtn't to, though, come to look on your size." "Samuel Badgery's my name. You an' me had a hitch to wrestlin', once, over to Tregarrick feast." "Why, o' course. I mind your features now, though 'tis forty years since. We was standards there an' met i' the last round, an' I got the wust o't. Terrible hard you pitched me, to be sure: but your sweetheart was a-watchin' 'ee--hey?--wi' her blue eyes." Samuel Badgery sat down on deck, with a leg on either side of the band-box. "Iss: she was there, as you say. An' she married me that day month. How do you know her eyes were blue?" "Oh, I dunno. Young men takes notice o' these trifles." "She died last week." "Indeed? Pore soul!" "An' she left you this by her will. 'Twas hers to leave, for I gave it to her, mysel', when that day's wrestlin' was over." He removed the lid of the band-box and pulled out two parcels wrapped in a pile of tissue-paper. After removing sheet upon sheet of this paper he held up two glittering objects in the sunshine. The one was a silver mug: the other a leather belt with an elaborate silver buckle. William Dendle wore a puzzled and somewhat uneasy look. "I reckon she saw how disapp'inted I was that day," he said. After a pause he added, "Women brood over such things, I b'lieve: for years, I'm told. 'Tis their unsearchable natur'." "William Dendle, I wish you'd speak truth." "What have I said that's false?" "Nuthin': an' you've said nuthin' that's true. I charge 'ee to tell me the facts about that hitch of our'n."