Maybe old Eben didn't take him at his word.

Eben was a cunning chap, quite Yankee-like, and would skin his shadow for a saddle-back, I reckon, if he could catch it.

I tell you what, when the crop went to town, the old 'squire must have had a mighty smart chance to pay; for, whatever people might say of old Eben, he knew how to calculate from your pocket into his with monstrous sartainty.
Well, as I was saying, 'squire, I shouldn't be afraid to go you a a little bet that old Ralph Colleton is some kin of your'n.

You're both of the same stock, I reckon." "You are right in your conjecture," replied the youth; "the person of whom you speak was indeed a near relative of mine--he was no other than my father." "There, now--I could have said as much, for you look for all the world as if you had come out of his own mouth.

There is a trick of the eye which I never saw in any but you two; and even if you had not told me your name, I should have made pretty much the same calculation about you.