“Look like you?” queried the farmer. “Why, it was you, wasn’t it?”
“No. It must have been a fellow who resembles me very closely. I am trying to catch him.”
“Well, I swan!” murmured the farmer, looking at Dave critically. “That other feller looked as much like you as could be. Wot is he––your twin brother?”
“I am thankful to say he is no relative of mine. He is a swindler, and that is why I would like to catch him. He has been getting goods in my name. If he went past here perhaps you can tell me where he has gone?”
“He walked past here less than fifteen minutes ago. He went down that lane, which is a short cut to the road to Barnett.”
“Barnett!” cried our hero. “That’s the railroad station up this way, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Then he must be heading for a railroad train!” exclaimed Dave, quickly. “How far is it from here?”
“Barnett is three miles by the road, but it’s less than a mile and a quarter by that short cut through Gerry’s Woods.”