"Nice place if this post would keep still." Warned by a sign from Gardner, the others ignored him; and Harding turned to the farmer.
"You hadn't finished what you were saying when he disturbed you." "I don't know that it was of much importance; speaking of degenerates, weren't we?
We have a curious example of the neurotic here: a fellow who makes a good deal of money by victimizing farmers who are forced to borrow when they lose a crop, as well as preying on young fools from England; and, by way of amusement, he studies modern magic and indulges in refined debauchery.

It strikes me as a particularly unhallowed combination." "No sensible man has any use for hoodoo tricks and the people who practise them," Harding said.

"They're frauds from the start." "Don't know what you're talking about!" Benson broke in.

"Not all tricks.

Seen funny things in the East; thingsh decent men better leave alone." Letting go the post, he lurched forward; and as the light fell on his face Blake started.