He came again on Saturday evening, and acted very queerly.

Both times he was alone with Mr.
Thorpe.

Again he fairly rushed out of the house as if he was pursued by devils.

Then he came on Sunday night, and the same thing happened.

As he was going out, I spoke to him, and this is what he said to me,--scared-like and shaking all over, sir,--'I'm not coming here again, Wade.