"Nor I, fully."
Then a short silence fell between the two men, during which the eyes of Bordine examined the face of the queer little peddler keenly. At length he said:
"Mr. Shanks, will you answer me a question?"
"A dozen, if you like."
"Only one?"
"Well?"
"Who are you?"
"Hiram Shanks."
"Yes, but you are no ordinary man."
"Why do you think that?"