“Then your name is Cook?”
“What is your object in asking?” said the man, suspiciously.
“I mean you no harm,” returned Carl, “but I have reasons for asking.”
“Did you ever see me before?” asked the man.
“No.”
“Then what makes you think my name is Cook? It is not written on my face, is it?”
“No.”
“Then how——”
Carl interrupted him.
“I know a boy named Peter Cook,” he said, “who resembles you very strongly.”