Uncle Jonah also seemed to have something on his mind.
"Dem hosses," he began, "is sho' hoodooed."
"Have they been out again?" Grandfather demanded sharply.
"Yas suh, dey looks like it. But dat ain' all. Dat knife—I sho' don' like de looks ob dat."
"What knife are you talking about?" said Grandfather.
Without a word, Uncle Jonah led the way into the barn and pointed to Malay Kris. With some difficulty, Grandfather and Fergus pulled Kris free.
"It's beyond me," Grandfather said bewildered.
Fergus removed his hat and ran his fingers thoughtfully through his hair. Uncle Jonah shook his head and went away, muttering to himself.
Grandfather looked at Hortense with his sharp bright eyes, but she did not know how to begin an explanation, so complicated had matters become.
"Let's go in for breakfast, Hortense," Grandfather suggested.