Mr. Norton got up and took several turns about the room.
“Got that supper ready?” he asked abruptly.
“Almost.”
“Well, hurry up! I want to go down to Bend Center this evening.”
“This evening!” I exclaimed. “It’s rather late.”
“Isn’t the tavern open?”
“I suppose it is.”
There was another period of silence, and we sat down to eat. I wondered what had put Mr. Norton in the notion of going to the Bend that night. Was he really going to the tavern, or was he going to head me off by seeing Squire Slocum before I had the chance of doing so?
It did not take him five minutes to finish, and then he arose and put on his hat.
“Do you know the way?” I asked.