It was this young man whom Scattergood eyed thoughtfully, and, one might say, apprehensively, for Scattergood liked the youth and feared the germs of disaster that lay quiescent in his powerful body. Pliny Pickett lounged past, stopped, eyed Scattergood, and seated himself on the step. "Abner Levens 's in town," he said. "Seen him," answered Scattergood. "Calc'late Asa'll be in?"