"It isn't any one I know," he replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Because he called upon me on my arrival, representing himself as a grain merchant, and proposed to buy my cargo."
The old man shrugged his shoulders.
"He looks more like a tramp than a grain merchant," he said.
"I agree with you," assented Bob, with a laugh.
"Did he mention his name?"
"He called himself James Smith; but as he answered my questions in a hesitating manner, I concluded that it was an assumed name."
"Very likely."
"Then he doesn't live in the village?"
"No; but he has been here for a day or two."