None knew anything of time's passing. No impression
remained on their minds save the fascinating picture of this tall
pillar of the fire.
Dunwody ceased to struggle with those who restrained him. He
walked apart, near to the little clump of shrubs. He dropped to
the ground, his face in his hands.
"What do you reckon that thah was he brung out in his arms, that
time?" demanded Mr. William Jones, after a time, of a neighbor who
met him a little apart. "Say, you reckon that was _folks_?
Anybody _in_ there? Anybody over--thah? Was that a bed--folded up
like--'bout like a crib, say? I'm skeered to go look, somehow."
"God knows!" was the reply. "This here house has had mighty
strange goings on of late times. There was always something
strange about it,--something strange about Dunwody too! There
ain't no doubt about that. But I'm skeered, too--him a-settin'
thah--"
"But _who_ was she, or it, whatever it was? How come--in--in
there? How long has it been there? What kind of goings on do you
think there has been; in this here place, after all?" Mr.
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