A great terror seized me, for to me Betsey's form seemed to dilate.
"No, Betsey," I cried, "I'll have nothing to do with this wickedness."
"Stop yer noise!" she snarled. "There they come:
"'Join all hands
Might and main,
Weave the sands,
Form a chain.
Spirits black
And spirits white,
Let the first-born know the truth to-night.'"