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           "Well,Ibegananalyzingit—myimaginationpersistedinstickinghorrorsintothedark—soIstuckmyimaginationintothedarkinstead,andletitlookoutatme—Iletitplaystraydogorescapedconvictorghost,andthensawmyselfcomingalongtheroad.Thatmadeitallright—asitalwaysmakeseverythingallrighttoprojectyourselfcompletelyintoanother’splace.IknewthatifIwerethedogortheconvictortheghostIwouldn’tbeamenacetoBurneHolidayanymorethanhewasamenacetome.ThenIthoughtofmywatch.I’dbettergobackandleaveitandthenessaythewoods.No;Idecided,it’sbetteronthewholethatIshouldloseawatchthanthatIshouldturnback—andIdidgointothem—notonlyfollowedtheroadthroughthem,butwalkedintothemuntilIwasn’tfrightenedanymore—didituntilonenightIsatdownanddozedoffinthere;thenIknewIwasthroughbeingafraidofthedark."

           "Lordy,"Amorybreathed."Icouldn’thavedonethat.I’dhavecomeouthalf-way,andthefirsttimeanautomobilepassedandmadethedarkthickerwhenitslampsdisappeared,I’dhavecomein."

           "Well,"Burnesaidsuddenly,afterafewmoments’silence,"we’rehalf-waythrough,let’sturnback."

           Onthereturnhelaunchedintoadiscussionofwill.

           "It’sthewholething,"heasserted."It’stheonedividinglinebetweengoodandevil.I’venevermetamanwholedarottenlifeanddidn’thaveaweakwill."

           "Howaboutgreatcriminals?"

           "They’reusuallyinsane.Ifnot,they’reweak.