A few seconds later a man came into view. It was not very dark yet, and Dan easily recognized the stranger as the person who had asked him so many questions in the barn.
“Good evening,” said Dan.
“Oh, it is the corn-sheller boy,” remarked the stranger. “How are you? Did you finish all that corn?”
“Yes, but I’ve got just as much more to do to-morrow.”
“That’s too bad. You seem to have to work pretty hard.”
“Oh, well, I suppose all boys do.”
“Not all, nor all men either.”
“If you’re looking for Dr. Maxwell’s house, it’s right down that road.”
“What makes you think I am looking for his house?” and the man seemed annoyed.
“Well, you were asking about him—”