"No," Robinson answered. "No, I wasn't thinking of that. Roy says it was the phantom that attacked him. He felt kinda like you do about it."
Robinson stood up and walked to the window. He stared upward toward the dark, moonlit forest.
"When did you see the phantom?"
Bill looked thoughtful.
"It was just before dusk...."
"I guess I'm not making my question clear," Robinson interrupted. "I mean, was it during hunting season?"
"It was last spring. We were plowing the north field."
"Were you carrying a gun?"
"No," Boody said, puzzled.
"That's what I thought."