I glanced aside at my companion, observing the paleness of her face.
"Surely you are not afraid of the negro's ghost ?" I questioned.
"Oh, no, but the strangeness of it all has got on my nerves.

I did not suppose it would be so hard, and--and I am not so sure now that we ought to do this." "But that is foolish," I insisted, a bit angrily.

"We talked it all over, you know, and no harm can be done, except through our discovery.
Don't fail me now." "Oh, I am not going to fail," indignantly.

"The ride will steady my nerves," she leaned forward whispering, her head inclined toward the front seat.

"Perhaps he can tell us who we shall meet there ?" "Pete," I asked, "who is out there now ?" The negro turned, so I could see the whites of his eyes.
"At de Henley plantation, sah?
Why, I reckon de oberseer an' de housekeeper--both white folks.