on the body of the witch for the seal of the devil; that would be a spot insensible to pain, and, James said, 'Prod for it with a needle.'"
But my uncle was serious.
"Go on, Betts," he said. "I do not believe that any man entered your house and robbed you. But why do you think that a witch did?"
"Well, Abner," answered the old man, "who could have got in but such a creature? A thief cannot crawl through a keyhole, but there are things that can. My grandmother said that once in the old country a man awoke one night to see a gray wolf sitting by his fireside. He had an ax, as I have, and he fought the wolf with that and cut off its paw, whereupon it fled screaming through the keyhole. And the paw lying on the floor was a woman's hand!"
"Then, Betts," cried Randolph, "it's damned lucky that you didn't use your ax, if that is what one finds on the floor."
Randolph had spoken with pompous sarcasm, but at the words there came upon Abner's face a look of horror.
"It is," he said, "in God's name!"
Betts leaned forward in his chair.
"And what would have happened to me, Abner, do you think, if I had used my ax? Would I have died there with the ax in my hand?"
The look of horror remained upon my uncle's face.
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