I was not able to believe it then, and I don't believe it yet.
I said, "Whitmore, that is merely an accident.

You can't do it again." He said he could--and he drove down into the street, fetched around, came back, and actually did it again.

I was stupefied, paralyzed, petrified, with these strange results, but they did not convince me.

I didn't believe he could do it another time, but he did.

He said he could do it all day, and fetch up the same way every time.