“No, but perhaps my father knows.”
“Then I'm going to see your father as soon as I can,” said Joe, decidedly.
“Mind you, I don't say that this Bill Bodley is the man you are after, Joe. I don't want to raise any false hopes.”
“Did you ever hear where the man came from?”
“I think he told somebody that he once owned a farm in Kansas or Iowa.”
“This William A. Bodley once owned a farm at Millville, Iowa.”
“Is that so! Then he may be the same man after all. To tell the truth, he looked a little bit like you.”
“Was he a good man?” asked Joe, eagerly.
“Yes, indeed. But some of the men poked fun at him because he was so silent and strange at times. I liked him and so did father. He left us to go prospecting in the mountains.”
Thus the talk ran on for half an hour, when the train came to a sudden halt.