Willie nodded sullenly.
"And now, you've got it, captain, what be you going to do?"
"That depends," said the captain. "I must know more. Turn so that I may see you in the light. What is that on your arms and hands?"
Willie grinned.
"That's canvas," he said. "Job be clever at painting, so he rigged up a skeleton suit. Painted it all black, ye see, and marked out the bones in white paint. Clever, ain't it?"
"Very!" said the captain, sarcastically. "And how do you manage the ghostly light?"
"So," said Willie, pointing to a small lamp. "That be filled with some spirit as Job knows on, and when that be set light to, it sets a flame all round."
"I see," said the captain, smiling against his will, as he thought how easily the deception was worked.
"There be sulphur round my eyes and on my arms, and my feet wrapped in list," said Willie, holding up one huge foot so inclosed.