"No," answered Jed.
"I thought perhaps you brought him down to the beach."
"I did."
"I have seen him about before—with a girl."
"That was Clara, my old nurse," said Chester, who caught the drift of the conversation. "I haven't got any nurse now," he added proudly. "I saw you talking to Clara one day," he added, after a closer examination of the stranger's features.
"Oh, no, my little boy!" said the man, seeming annoyed. "I don't know Clara, as you call her."
"Then you look just like the man that was talking with her."
The stranger opened his mouth and smiled unpleasantly.
"I dare say there are people that look like me," he said, "though I can't say I ever met one. What is your name, my little friend?"
"I am not your friend," said Chester, who did not appear favorably impressed by his new acquaintance.