"Mr.Morgan, that was a _horrible_ kind of--nightmare.

Why, even last night I woke up shivering, just imagining it all over again." "It was sure horrible the way you talked about it," Lone assured her.
"It's because you were sick, I reckon.

I wish you'd tell me as close as you can where you left that grip of yours.

You said it was under a bush where a rabbit was sitting.

I'd like to find the grip--but I'm afraid that rabbit has done moved!" "Oh, Mr.Warfield and I found it, thank you.