“I noticed him during the game,” Dan returned. “He paid a lot of attention to you.”
“It gave me a queer feeling, talking to him.”
“Queer? How so?”
Chub shrugged and could not explain. “He kept calling me Charles for one thing, just as if he knew me well. I never saw him before, but I had the strangest feeling as if I’d really known him a long while.”
“Did he tell you his name?”
“No, but he asked me a dozen questions. He wanted to know where I lived, the school I attended—everything. The last question was the funniest of all. He said: ‘Chub, are you happy here in Webster City?’”
“What did you tell him?”
“I didn’t answer. You came up just then, and he went off.”
“Don’t let it bother you, Chub,” Dan said. “The guy must have been a screw-ball.”
“He was real nice, Dan. I—I liked him ever so much.”