"Not in just that way—probably."
"Did he go up at all?"
Miss Clement hesitated. "Well—I suppose he did, perhaps."
"I betcher he couldn't go up in any way like that with horses treading on nothing but air."
Miss Clement had not come to this house for a theological argument. But she said nothing and merely heaved a sigh, a sigh of weariness.
But the boy was still fresh. "What was this man's name?"
"Elijah."
"Elijah what?"
"I don't think he had a last name."
"Where did he live?"