"Where is it? What does it look like?"
"Keep your head, Simon," counselled Boone, in the babel of exclamations, "and tell us what it is the ghost of."
"You remember t'other flatboat," said Kenton, partially recovering his self-mastery, "the one the MacDougalls was on, and they was all killed?"
"Yes, of course, of course," replied several.
"Wal, the ghost of that flatboat is coming up the river; it's right off shore; it'll be among us in a few minutes; we had better take to the woods."
And, incredible as it may seem, the intrepid scout would have led the absurd stampede, had not his elder and cooler friend laid his hand on his arm.
"Simon, you ain't yourself; don't forget the varmints are all around us."
"Dan'l," returned Kenton, sharply, "did you ever see a ghost?"
"I have not."
"Wal, if you want to see one, walk down to the edge of the river and there it is! As for me, I want to git away afore it comes any closer; but I forgot 'bout the varmints; I'll wait till you folks have a look at it, and then we'll all run."