“A creature that likes hurting others.”
The little boy scowled. “They'm only dead rabbets, what us eats.”
“Quite right, Nick. I beg your pardon.”
“I can skin frogs, tu.”
But Ashurst had become absent. “God bless us all, and Mr. Ashes!” And puzzled by that sudden inaccessibility, Nick ran back to the stream where the giggling and shouts again uprose at once.
When Megan brought his tea, he said:
“What's the gipsy bogle, Megan?”
She looked up, startled.
“He brings bad things.”
“Surely you don't believe in ghosts?”