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[Turns fearfully and sees ]

Who are you a-lookin’ fer? [ looks straight at him without speaking., still on his knees, shrinks back in the corner near the bed.] What are you a-doin’ here? You don’t need to be a-walkin’!

I’ve got to ha’nt somebody. You know I didn’t die a natchel death.

All death is natchel—if you look at it right!

An’ all ha’ntin’s natchel, too, if you look at it right.

[Shrinks back still further in a paroxysm of fear]

You’d better go back whar you come from!

I’ve got orders to find out who murdered me.

Them orders may ha’ come from below! You don’t have to pay no ’tention to ’em!