Ted answered firmly, "No sir. He was not."
"Then I am in the right place?"
"I hope so, Mr. Wilson."
"It'd be just as simple to call me John."
Ted grinned. "All right, John."
They passed more tents and trailers, swerved to miss a wild-eyed doe that almost jumped into the truck. Finally, Ted drove thankfully up the Harkness driveway. The house was stocked with everything they needed, and as far as he was concerned, he was willing to stay there until deer season ended. At any rate, he hoped he'd have to do no more night driving.
He escorted his guest in, snapped the light on and waited for what he thought was coming next. It came. John Wilson glanced about and he needed no more than a glance. It was enough to tell him what was here and his voice said he liked it.
"You do all right for yourself."
"Glad you like it. If you'll make yourself at home, I'll have something to eat rustled up in a little while."
"Let me help you."