“I dunno, but I don’t like this place. Them men seen ghosts.”
“Mebby so—mebby not. Say, ever hear of a feller that was hurt by a ghost?”
“Don’t call none to mind; if you don’t count bein’ scairt to death.”
“Ever hear of a ghost cuttin’ barb wire?”
“I calc’late they could cut anythin’ they wanted to cut.”
“They wa’n’t ghosts,” says the second man.
“What was they, then?”
“Folks.”
“What folks?”
“Why, folks that want to git rich.”