"Who's going to be safe at this rate?
We want to let some law into west Tennessee, a hanging or two would clear the air!" His emotions became a rage that blew through him like a gale, shaking him to his center.
Two mornings later he found where it had been placed under his door during the night a folded paper.

It contained a single line of writing: "You talk too much.

Shut up, or you'll go where Norton went." Now the judge was accessible to certain forms of fear.

He was, for instance, afraid of snakes--both kinds--and mobs he had dreaded desperately since his Pleasantville experience; but beyond this, fear remained an unexplored region to Slocum Price, and as he examined the scrawl a smile betokening supreme satisfaction overspread his battered features.

He was agreeably affected by the situation; indeed he was delighted.