"You been seeing things ?" "No--I don't be seeing things, Lone.

But sometimes I been--like I _feel_ something." He stared at Lone questioningly.

"What you think, Lone, if you be sitting down eating your supper, maybe, and you feel something say words in your brain?
Like you know something talks to you and then quits." Lone gave Swan a long, measuring look, and Swan laughed uneasily.
"That sounds crazy.

But it's true, what something tells me in my brain.
I go and look, and by golly, it's there just like the words tell me." Lone straightened in the saddle.

"You better come clean, Swan, and tell the whole thing.