"That must be Little Jim Lynn. Nobody else is damn fool enough to ride like that."
Pretty soon the horse stopped by the side of the house, and they could all hear the saddle hit the ground, and then the bridle, after which the horse trotted away and Little Jim stalked into the house. As he pulled off his gloves and threw them in a corner, Uncle Bill said:
"What the hell's the matter, Jim?"
And Jim said:
"O, nothing, only a damn ghost — saw him down on the bluff by Mark Young's corner."
Jim was white as death, and everybody listened, but he didn't say anything more until Uncle Bill said:
"War he beckonin', Jim?"
And Jim said:
"No, he warn't beckonin', but he was there just the same."
Uncle Bill tuned up his fiddle, and before he resumed playing, said: