“Fellow just going into White’s Valley.”
“What was he like?” I inquired excitedly.
“An ordinary fellow—not tall, and not short.”
“His hair?”
“Well, it wasn’t dark—yes, it was—no, I don’t know.”
“How did he walk?”
“I never noticed,” he said; “in fact, he didn’t seem to walk at all.”
I left him standing, and got down the sap and over into White’s Valley in a record time, and bumped into another acquaintance.
“Heard the news?” he said.
“No.”