Of course, I peopled the woods with everything ghastly, just like you do; don't you ?" "I do," Amory admitted.
"Well, I began analyzing it--my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark--so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me--I let it play stray dog or escaped convict or ghost, and then saw myself coming along the road.

That made it all right--as it always makes everything all right to project yourself completely into another's place.

I knew that if I were the dog or the convict or the ghost I wouldn't be a menace to Burne Holiday any more than he was a menace to me.

Then I thought of my watch.

I'd better go back and leave it and then essay the woods.