O'Hara went over to my uncle and I heard him say, "Let me take your gun, since it's loaded, Mr. Upham, and thank you kindly."
Returning, he sat down in the door beside Arnold, who had begun meanwhile to load the empty musket that O'Hara had carelessly laid aside. When the thing, whatever it was, moved again, O'Hara raised the gun to his shoulder.
"Don't shoot!" Arnold whispered.
"And why not?"
The thing moved once more.
"Will ye look, now! It's come ten feet in this direction," O'Hara whispered.
Now Arnold raised his own musket.
Again we saw the thing, but so briefly that neither Arnold nor O'Hara had time to fire.
Suddenly O'Hara laid his hand on Arnold's shoulder and repeated Arnold's own words:—
"Don't shoot."