“What does it mean?” demanded Laura, doubtful whether to laugh or be serious.
“He’s dead,” said the odd girl.
“Dead?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“But why should he appear to you, even if he 113 were dead?” demanded Laura, seeing that she must never let this superstition take root in the camp. “Do you suppose he’s come to try to get his five dollars back?”
“My goodness to gracious!” said Liz. “No. The ha’nt of a man that owned a bank wouldn’t come to bother a poor gal like me for money, would he?”