“This—mill—is—mine,” says Mark.
“I wouldn’t tetch it for a million dollars,” says Jason.
“If—you—do,” says the voice, “I—shall—come—for—you.”
“Jest lemme go and you won’t never have no complaint ag’in. How was I to know you owned this mill?”
“Come out,” says the voice.
We backed away and crouched down. Jason he come spilling out of that hole without his ax or his crowbar, and stood on the top, shaking like he had a double dose of the ague. Mark reached out with the hand and laid it against his cheek.
“I—shall—watch—you, Jason—Barnes,” says the voice. “Day—and—night—I—shall—watch—you.”
“You won’t have no reason. Honest, you won’t.... From now on I’m a-goin’ to lead a upright life. You won’t have no more trouble with me. I promise solemn.”
“If—I—have—to—come—to—you—again—BEWARE.”
“You won’t. You never’ll have to come nigh me. I don’t never want to see you ag’in.”