The ghost of Harriet?" George said, smiling slowly. "Why you don't believe those stories, do you?"
"Believe them," she said, nodding her head. "Son, I've seen that horrible creature. Your father was in the group that hanged her after she killed her husband and children. She swore vengeance on every person in the party, and their families. I've seen her and I know she exists."
"Well, I'll be back before dark, anyway," said George laughing. "Besides, I'll take Spot along to protect me."
"A lot of good that hound will do. But, son, you ought to wait until after the rain."
"I'll hurry rightback," said George. "You won't be afraid, will you?"
"No, no, go on," said the mother, and turned back into the kitchen.
As George hurried toward Jule's, he saw the dark clouds being pushed into one black mass in the West. The wind was getting stronger every minute. George kept increasing his gait until even Spot was in a trot.