“Yes, I’ve got to get all this corn shelled to-day.”
“Are you acquainted in these parts?” inquired the man, as he took a seat on an upturned peck measure.
“Yes, sir. I’ve lived here all my life.”
“Then I guess you could tell me how far it is to the village.”
“Yes, sir; it’s about two miles by the main road.”
“Do you know all the people in the village?” and the man looked sharply at Dan, who had stopped his turning of the heavy wheel to answer the questions.
“Well, hardly all of them; I know the names of most of them.”
“And where they live too, I suppose?”
“I guess I could find almost any house.”
Dan was wondering why the man was asking so many questions, and had about made up his mind that the stranger was a book agent, for occasionally such men visited the farm, though they usually went to the house instead of the barn.