“Well,” said Wentworth irritably, “what are you staring at? Did you never see a stranger before? How long are you going to keep me waiting? Do you know such a man?”
“Pardon me,” replied Gerald coldly; “but your question surprised me.”
“Why should it?”
“Because Warren Lane is my father.”
“Ha!” exclaimed the other, eying the boy sharply. “You don’t look like him.”
“I am thought to resemble my mother’s family.”
“Do you live near by?”
“Yes, sir. Fifteen or twenty minutes will bring us to my father’s house.”
“Then I should like to go there at once. I want to get out of this country as soon as possible.”
“You have only to follow me,” and without another word Gerald started off.