“Do you mean that if I can't draw it when it is just right you will let it go?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“I told you why.”
“I know you said you were not in the business, but why wouldn't you take only one you really wanted to use?”
“I would be afraid,” replied the Harvester.
“Afraid? You!”
“I must have a mighty good reason before I kill,” said the man. “I cannot give life; I have no right to take it away. I will let my statement stand. I am afraid.”
“Of what please?”
“An indefinable something that follows me and makes me suffer if I am wantonly cruel.”