"You're an American, I believe?"
"Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Not quite twenty-six."
"What's your name?"
"Herbert Strange!"
"Ah? One of the Stranges of Virginia?"
"No, sir."
There was another long pause, during which the older man's eyes wandered once more over the shed and the piles of wool, coming back again to Strange.
"You should pick up a little Spanish."