"Aw—Benny—"
"Well, you see it, don't you? You thought there was something the matter with me when I come and told you how it waves—and waves. But you seen it waving, ain't you?"
"It's nothing, Ben. Look, Benny. It's stopped!"
The two of them stared down the slope at the dim, military figure standing rigid and waist deep in the corn field.
The woman gave a quick sigh of relief.
For several moments they were silent.
From somewhere in the distance came the harsh, discordant sound of bull frogs croaking. Out in the night a dog bayed at the golden, full moon climbing up over the hills. A bird circled between sky and earth hovering above the corn field. They saw its slow descent, and then for a second they caught the startled whir of its wings, as it flew blindly into the night.
"That ole scarecrow!" She muttered.
"S'pose—" He whispered. "S'pose when it starts its moving like that;—s'pose some day it walks out of that there corn field! Just naturally walks out here to me. What then, if it walks out?"
"Benny—!"