“Then what’s the matter with you going up there yourself?”
Quick shook his head.
“No,” he said; “strange as it may appear, I have a superstitious dread of going near that house,” he replied.
“I don’t care about going there myself.”
“Then you won’t go?”
“I’d like to oblige you.”
“Why don’t you refuse pointblank, and have done with it?”
“I do refuse.”
“Then you are not such a big friend of mine as I thought.”
“You have gall to ask another to do what you fear to do yourself.”