CHAPTER 12He was gone and the room seemed very still. There was no doubt that Eliphalet Greer understood. He was staring at the wall like a man who wakes from a bad dream. And he was not the only one. We were all awaking. I had been standing near to Prudence Murdock, and all that while she had never moved, nor taken her eyes off Mr. Parton. Now she stirred uneasily, and brushed her hand across her forehead in a way that made one think she was brushing aside some memory. As for me, I had only one desire—to escape from some unseen thing that had entered Murdock’s kitchen. Of us all the Captain was first to come to himself and to touch on practical affairs.
“B’gad,” said Captain Murdock, “we ought to of done him in!”
But Eliphalet Greer made no response, and the Captain began to glare at Pr
