Case hesitated. "Seems they're frightened," says he, in a low voice.
I stopped dead short. "Frightened?" I repeated. "Are you gone crazy, Case? What are they frightened of?"
"I wish I could make out," Case answered, shaking his head. "Appears like one of their tomfool superstitions. That's what I don't cotton to," he said. "It's like the business about Vigours."
"I'd like to know what you mean by that, and I'll trouble you to tell me," says I.
"Well, you know. Vigours lit out and left all standing," said he. "It was some superstition business—I never got the hang of it; but it began to look bad before the end."
"I've heard a different story about that," said I, "and I had better tell you so. I heard he ran away because of you."
"Oh! well, I suppose he was ashamed to tell the truth," says Case; "I guess he thought it silly. And it's a fact that I packed him off. 'What would you do, old man?' says he. 'Get,' says I, 'and not think twice about it.' I was the gladdest kind of man to see him clear away. It ain't my notion to turn my back on a mate when he's in a tight place, but there was that much trouble in the village that I couldn't see
