"But," he added, with a laugh, "I served 'em out for it--I bit them
after I'd skinned and cooked 'em."
"How horrible!" I said.
"Horrible! Why? They'd lived on our fruit and corn till they were fat
as fat, I like rat."
Then we grew tired, and as soon as we ceased talking a curious sensation
of fear came over us. I say us, for more than once I knew that Shock
felt it, by his whispering to me in an awe-stricken tone: "I never know'd as being in the dark was like this before. It's darker
like, much darker, you know than being in one of the lofts under the
straw."