Every day great pailfuls of the shining black beads were sent over to Rosehaven, and every night he dropped a few more nickels into the stocking foot hidden under his pillow.
"Berries is all mighty nigh cleaned out," he said one noon, when he was about to start out again after dinner.

"Uncle Billy says there's lots of 'em down in the gandah thicket, but I'se mos' afeered to go there." "Nothin' won't tech you in daylight, honey," answered Mammy, encouragingly, "but I would n't go through there at night for love or money I'd as lief go into a lion's cage." "Did you ever see any ghos'es down there Mammy ?" asked John Jay with eager interest, yet cautiously lowering his voice and taking a step nearer.
"No," admitted Mammy, "but oldah people than I have seen 'em.

All night long there's great white gandahs flappin' round through that thicket 'thout any heads on.

You know they's an awful wicked man buried down there in the woods, an' the sperrits of them he's inju'ed ha'nts the thicket every night.

There isn't anybody, that I know of, that 'ud go down there aftah dark for anything on this livin' yearth." "Then who sees 'em ?" asked John Jay, with a skeptical grin.
"Who sees 'em ?" repeated Mammy wrathfully, angry because of the doubt implied by his question and his face.