Nash nodded. "And perhaps you think the marks on that card had something to do with it. Isn't that so, Davy? I guess Jim Harley has told you what those marks mean."
"That's all durned foolishness. Marks on a card! How'd them little crosses break my pole and upset me into the rapids?"
"Sounds fine, Davy; but you are scared of that marked card, all the same. Don't lie to me—for it's no use. I think the marks on the card have something to do with your broken arm."
"How, doc? No, yer foolin'! Yer tryin' to make game of me. I ain't a scholar, like you, doc, but I ain't fool enough to believe in ghosts, just the same."
"I am not saying anything about ghosts, Davy. You just keep your hair on, and I'll tell you what I think. In the first place, just remember that I am a man with a trained mind and a wide knowledge of life."
"Guess yer right, doc. Fire away!"
"Jim Harley told you that long story of his about his grandmother?"
"That's so."
"Do you believe it?"
"Maybe I do—and maybe I don't. What's that to you?"