“Did he say what part of Idaho?”
“He did, but I have forgotten now. Do you think he was a relative of yours?”
“I don't know what to think. It may be that he was my father.
“Your father?”
“Yes,” and Joe told his story and mentioned the documents found in the blue tin box.
“It does look as if he might be your father,” said Augustus Greggs. “Maybe you're the child that was away from home at the time his other children and his wife died.”
“Do you think anybody else in this village would know anything more about this William Bodley?”
“No, I don't. But it won't do any harm to ask around. That stage driver knows all the old inhabitants. Perhaps some of them can tell you something worth while.”
Upon urgent invitation, Joe took dinner at the Greggs' farm and then set out to visit a number of folks who had lived in Millville and vicinity for many years. All remembered William A. Bodley and his family, but not one could tell what had become of the man after he had sold out and gone away.
“Maybe you had better advertise for him,” suggested one man.