“In your hammock. What’re you dreamin’ of?”
“Gee-owsts.”
“Hants, you mean.”
“Black faces they had, and they was chasin’ me round and round them trees.”
“That’s what comes of stuffin’ yourself and goin’ to bed on top of it. Get off your back and onto your side. Wakin’ a body up like that! What was they like?”
“The hants?”
“Yep.”
“I can’t be talkin’ for fear of wakin’ him up.”
“He’s asleep. I hear him snorin’. What was they like?”
“They’d black faces and tails like cows—an’ I’d rather not be talkin’ of them.”