"I don't know. But I am frightened."
"Why, you've been there a hundred times, and last night, too."
"I won't go there any more."
"Mother's going to begin."
"So much the worse for me," exclaimed the lad. "But she may beat me, kill me, and I'll not go near the wood-pile—not at night."
"Once more—why not?" inquired Calabash.
"Why, because—"
"Because—?"
"Because there's some one—"
"There's some one—"