"So does Pat Mulroony, but"——
"Jerusalem! jest look there!" exclaimed Hezekiah, springing clean off his feet.
"Whisht! where? I see nothing."
"Here! here! this way!" whispered Hezekiah, pulling his shoulder around. "It ain't there—it's on the island, right above us! Look—don't you see it?"
"I see the traas, and the darkness, and that's all."
"It was gone the minute you looked. There it is again! There, it's gone! What makes it act that way?"
"What is it, man, you're making such a hullabaloo about?"
"Why, sir," said Smith, solemnly, "as sure as you and I are living, I seen a light moving around on the island!"
"It's Pat Mulroony that"——