I said I guessed I knew. Like enough ’t was a ghost of something.
I said like enough of a robin or some kind of bird.
“Of what?” then they all asked me.
“That he’d stolen the eggs of,” says Dorry.
“O yes!” says Old Wonder Boy. “It’s easy enough to laugh, in the light here, but I guess you’d ’a’ been scared, seeing something chasing you in the dark, and going up and down, and going tick, tick, tick, every time it touched ground, and sometimes it touched my side too.”
“For goodness gracious!” says Dorry. “Can’t you tell what it seemed most like?”
“I tell you it didn’t seem most like anything. It didn’t run, nor walk, nor fly, nor creep, nor glide along. And when I got to the Great Elm-Tree, I cut round that tree, and ran this way, and that did too.”
“Where is it now?” Dorry asked him.
“O, don’t!” says W. B. “Don’t open the door. ’T is out there.”
“Come, fellers,” Dorry said, “let’s go find it.”