“No.”
“Did Mr. Judd know you was comin’?”
“No.”
“Then what in thunder made you s’pose he was in Deacon Barlow’s?”
“In thunder?”
“What made you think he was in that house?”
The boy looked off over the landscape and hesitated before answering.
“I knew he was to be there.”
“Oh, then he expected you?”
“No.”