As he spoke he glanced back over his shoulder toward the eastern sky, already paling perceptibly at the horizon.
“Do you live far from here?” inquired the man.
“Not very far; just up the road a ways.”
“At what house? I used to be somewhat acquainted about here years ago. Maybe I know your people.”
“Why—why—well, if you please, I’d rather not tell.”
“You needn’t. It’s none of my business anyway. But let me ask you just one question. Do you know Abner Pickett?”
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“Does he still own this gap?”
“Yes, sir, he does.”