“Neither am I. Did you hear them—the voices?”
“Yes,” in surprise. “Did you? You’re not frightened at all, are you?”
“Not at the voices. Other things seem to bother me much more. The little sounds close at hand, I can understand, too. There was a four-legged thing out there where you threw the fish offal a while ago. But you didn’t see him——”
“I heard him—but he won’t bother us.”
“No. I’m not frightened—not at that.”
“At what, then?”
“I don’t—I don’t think I really know.”
“There’s nothing to be frightened at.”
“It—it’s just that I’m frightened at—nothing—nothing at all.”
A pause.