"Yes, indeed," replied Mr. Howitt, in an odd tone.
"My name is Howitt, Daniel Howitt," the man said in answer to the host's question.
Howitt, you've got education; it's easy to see that; I've always wanted to ask somebody like you, do you believe in hants?
Mr. Howitt was wondering what staying at the ranch nights could have to do with the difficulty, when, up from the valley below, from out the darkness and the mists, came a strange sound; a sound as if someone were singing a song without words.