“Fishing again, I see,” he observed, as he reached my side. “Any luck?”
“Fair,” I told him.
“What pond?”
“Seabury's.”
“Go alone?”
“Yes.” That I had not been alone since was no business of his.
“Humph! You ain't exactly what a fellow'd call talkative this afternoon, seems to me. Anything wrong?”
“No.”
“Tuckered out?”
“I guess so.”