“Nancy!” he uttered joyfully. Then he faltered, “Do you think it will be right—”
“Oh, who knows what's right?” she retorted. Then at his stare, she demanded, “Didn't you run across anybody in the woods?”
“Yes.”
“What did he look like?”
“Like what they tell the Leatherwood God looks like. They're half crazy about him at the Corners. They don't hardly talk about anything else.”
“Did you think he looked like God?”
“More like Satan, I should say. He's handsome enough for Satan.”
“It was Joseph Dylks.”
“Yes, I s'picioned that.”
“And he's been here, wanting me to go away with him—Over-the-Mountains.”