But the thing which did surprise me, was the fact that it was Mose who brought the news.
We were sitting on the portico after supper one night--it was almost dark and the glow from our cigars was the one visible point in the scenery--when Mose came bounding across the lawn with his peculiar loping run and fairly groveled at Radnor's feet, his teeth chattering with fear.
"I's seen de ha'nt, Marse Rad; de sho nuff ha'nt all dressed in black an' risin' outen de spring-hole." "You fool!" Radnor cried.

"Get on your feet and behave yourself." "It was de debbil," Mose chattered.

"His face was black an' his eyes was fire." "You've been drinking, Mose," Radnor said sharply.

"Get off to the quarters where you belong, and don't let me see you again until you are sober," and he shunted the fellow out of the way before he had time to say any more.
I myself was tolerably certain that Mose had not been drinking; that, at least, was not in the list of his peculiar vices.

He appeared to be thoroughly frightened--if not, he was a most consummate actor.