"We'll not harm you in the least," said Giant, and now, attracted by something in the strange man's appearance, he went several steps closer.
When the small youth of the club spoke the man turned to him. A moment later he started and throw up his hands in surprise.
"Who are you, boy? Speak quickly!" he demanded.
"I am Will Caslette."
"Ha! Where do you come from?"
"I come from Fairview, on the Rocky River."
"And your—-your mother?" The man in yellow was now greatly agitated.
"My mother is a widow." Giant had now come closer still and was looking the man over carefully. "What is your name?"
"My name? Ha ha! I have no name. I am a wanderer."
"But you had a name once—-what was it?"