“A skeleton, all over fire, and a-dancin’ and blubberin’ and a-pointin’ his finger at us.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Right beyond where we was standin’,” says the man.
“Show me.”
“I’ll show nobody. If you want to look, you kin look. It don’t make no difference to me if you never see no ghost—and if you wait till I show you one, why, you hain’t apt to see him. Me, I’m a-goin’ to git into my bunk and kiver my head up with the blanket.”
Then the boss spoke to somebody else.
“Something scared them,” says he. “What d’ye suppose it was?”
“We’d better find out.”
“If somebody’s monkeying around here, Mr. Dunn’ll want to know about it.”
“Come on, then.”