like in the moonlight, or when it was pitch dark?"

"Wow! excuse me from coming up here after dusk," muttered Julius. "I'm
no ghost-hunter, let me tell you. I know my weak points, and seeing
things in the night-time used to be one of the same. They had a great
time breaking me of it, too. Even now I sometimes dream of queer
things when I've got the nightmare, after eating too big a
Thanksgiving dinner; and when I wake up suddenly I'm all in a sweat,
and a poor old moth fluttering at the window will give me a start,
thinking it's the tiger getting in my East Indian bungalow."

"Well, what's the program, Hugh?" asked K. "Shall I start up again,
so we can continue our journey along this tough old road; or do you
want to get out, and take a hunt around the quarry for the thing that
gave those yawps?"

"Get out?" repeated Julius, in a sudden panic; "not for Joseph. Don't
count on _me_ for any such silly business. I came up here to get
walnuts and such; and I'm meaning to stick close to my engagement.
Side issues can't tempt me to change my mind. Guess I know when I'm
well off."

"It's been several minutes since we heard that sound," Hugh went on
to remark; "and, so far, it hasn't been repeated."

"Oh! it came three times, you remember, Hugh," suggested K.K.; "and,
like in baseball, I reckon it's three times and out. Whatever it was
let out those screeches it's certainly quieted down. How about going
on now, Hugh?"