“So they say,” admitted Lucas. “Dad knew him. They went to school together. He’s a rich man now.”
“But what could he possibly want up here?” queried Lyddy, as the ponies went on. “And who was the other man?”
“I–I dunno who he was,” blurted out Lucas, still much disturbed in voice and appearance.
But after the girls had disembarked, and bidden Lucas good night, and the young farmer had driven away, ’Phemie said to her sister, as the latter was unlocking the door of the farmhouse:
“I know who that other man was.”
“What other man?”
“The one who ran behind the stone wall.”
“Why, who was it, ’Phemie?” queried her sister, with revived interest.
“Cyrus Pritchett,” stated ’Phemie, with conviction, and nothing her sister could say would shake her belief in that fact.