Darrin, watching him acutely, waited for a little before he asked: “Where was the bull, when you saw him first?”
Evered jerked his hand toward the right. “There,” he said.
Darrin got up and went in that direction, and moved to and fro, asking directions, till Evered told him he was near the spot. Darrin came back then and sat down.
“You thought she loved him?” he asked under his breath.
Evered shook his head, not in negation but as though to brush the question aside. Darrin filled his pipe and lighted it, and puffed at it in silence for a while.
“Pitkin told you the bull was loose, didn’t he?” he asked at last.
“Yes.”
“So you came down to get the beast?”
“Yes, I came for that.”
“Expect any trouble?”