“Yes, sir, as well as it’s possible for one person to know another.”
“And that his name is Charles?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s his age?”
“I think about twenty-three.”
“My son, if living, would be twenty-three next Michaelmas. What sort of a looking man is this Charles Bell?”
“Hair, eyes, and complexion just like yours, but he is not so large a man as you are.”
“Those are the features of my boy,” replied the old man, evidently gaining confidence as he continued his inquiries.
“You say you didn’t know this Charles Bell when he first came to Elm Island, and this Mr. Rhines and his wife took him.”