"I tell you there is!" muttered Willis, excitedly. "Hold on, Ad. Stop."
Addison pulled up.
"Yes, there is something there," Ned said.
I was sure, too, that I could see something different from the branches and leaves of the tree; there was a reflection as from white cloth, or human skin.
"It looks like a man hanging there," whispered Willis.
"Gracious! You don't suppose it is a man, hung, do ye?" Ned whispered.
The idea startled us.
"Pshaw!" said Addison. "I don't believe it is any such thing. May be something some one has lost in the road, and somebody else has found it and hung it up there, where it will be seen."
"Perhaps," said Willis, doubtfully.
"I'm going to drive along, anyway," continued Addison.