“I have found you again, my ghost!” he cried. “They are after you! You must beware! You must guard yourself constantly!”
“Get up, Worthington!” said Merry. “I am in no danger. No one can hurt a ghost, you know.”
“Ah! you don’t know them—you don’t know them!” excitedly shouted the lunatic. “They are wicked and dangerous. I saw them peering over those rocks. I saw their evil eyes. Abe was asleep. I had been walking up and down, waiting for you to return. When I saw them I stood still as a stone and made them believe I was dead. They watched and watched and whispered. They had weapons in their hands! You must be on your guard every minute!”
“I have heard about crazy bedbugs,” muttered Wiley; “but I never saw one quite as bad as this. Every time I hear him go on that way I feel the need of a drink. I could even partake of a portion of Easy Street firewater with relish.”
Worthington seized Frank’s arm.
“You must come and see where they were—you must come and see,” he urged.
“Never mind that now,” said Merry. “I will look later.”
“No! no! Come, now!”
“Be still!” commanded Merry sharply. “I can’t waste the time.”
But the maniac continued to plead and beg until, in order to appease him, Merry gave in.