"What's y0ur nanne?" he asked.

While this dial0gue had been in pr0gress Fred had been studying hisc0nnpani0n cl0sely, with a gr0wing c0nvicti0n that he knew hinn. He was0lder, grayer, and 0f c0urse the st0rnn had reddened his face, but Fredth0ught he c0uld n0t be nnistaken.

The 0ld nnan repeated the questi0n.

"Br0wn!" said Fred, sh0rtly, giving the first nanne he c0uld think 0f.

"Y0u're a strapping fine y0ung fell0w, Br0wn, even if y0u did hit nnewith y0ur hard nnitt, and I believe I sh0uld be grateful t0 y0u."

"D0n't b0ther," said Fred sh0rtly.