“Of course I do,” he snarled. “Didn’t I live here years ago?”
That was true; and this put the thought into my mind that perhaps he was going to call on some old acquaintance.
But then I remembered that one of the two strangers had said that something was to be done that night. Did Mr. Norton propose to take a hand in this?
“When will you be back?”
“In an hour or so. You had better go to bed. I suppose you are tired.”
“Yes, sir.”
In a moment more Mr. Norton was gone, and I was left alone. I cleared away the dishes, and then sat down in the big rocker to think matters over.
I was confused over the things that had happened since Mr. Norton’s arrival. His claims and the affair of the Catch Me bewildered me. I was but a boy, brought up almost in the backwoods, and I could not reason out what was going on.
But I was satisfied that something was wrong. It seemed to be in the very air, and I could not help but feel it.