“We kin try him and see,” says I. “How’ll we work it?”
“I’ll f-figger it out,” says Mark, “and to-night we’ll give Jason a t-treat.”
“Treat him medium,” says Tallow.
“Won’t be n-nothin’ medium about this,” says Mark. “It’ll be done brown.”
“We’ll dress up in sheets,” says Binney.
“We won’t, n-neither,” says Mark. “Sheets has gone out of style for ghosts. It’s what you can’t see but kin feel and hear that scares you m-most. Jest lemme alone awhile and I’ll git up a scheme for Jason.”
Well, we let him alone, because there wasn’t anything else to do. When he was getting up a scheme it wasn’t any use to ask him questions or pester him. He never would tell you a word till he made up his mind to, and the more you bothered him the longer it would be before you found out. When he was good and ready you’d get to know.
Mark told us to meet him right after supper, which we did. He had a fish-pole in his hand all covered with black, and a package in his other hand that he didn’t mention.
“Thought we was goin’ after Jason,” says I. “Why didn’t you say you was goin’ bullhead-fishin’?”
“The b-bullhead we’re after,” says he, “has got two laigs and he answers to the name of Barnes.”