“He was.”
“Was? Ef he ain’t now, then thar’s been a mighty sudden change. Will ye come into the house, Mr. Nicholas?”
They had come to cleared land at the bottom of the hill, and Low’s house was plainly seen in the moonlight a few rods away.
None of the windows were lighted.
“No,” said Nick; “your wife and children are asleep by this time, and we might wake them up. We can talk out here just as well, can’t we?”
“Sure.”
They sat down on a log near a shallow brook that crossed the farm.
The moon rays reflected from the water straight into Nick’s eyes, and his attention was curiously attracted.
“Must be handy having running water on your place,” he remarked.