“Why, that’s awful. How did he know she was a-witching him?”

“Lord, pap can tell, easy.

Pap says when they keep looking at you right stiddy, they’re a-witching you. Specially if they mumble. Becuz when they mumble they’re saying the Lord’s Prayer backards.”

“Say, Hucky, when you going to try the cat?”

“To-night. I reckon they’ll come after old Hoss Williams to-night.”

“But they buried him Saturday. Didn’t they get him Saturday night?”

“Why, how you talk! How could their charms work till midnight? — and then it’s Sunday. Devils don’t slosh around much of a Sunday, I don’t