"Sure's I'm sittin' here...."
"Where'd it seem to come from?"
"I dunno; thought it was—in there." He indicated the little room behind with a jerk of his head.
"Aw, 'twasn't anything; old rusty nail snapped, probably, in the wind." Billy swaggered with a monstrous assumption of bravery. There was more silence for a moment, then Billy went on:
"I was just tellin' you 'bout that haunted house down home...."
"Say, Billy, shut up, cancha? I don't care a darn 'bout that haunted house, I'm...."
"Come off! You ain't really afraid of ghosts, are you?"
"Well, maybe I ain't, but...."
"What's the matter with you, anyway?"