"Say, won't you fellows tie my hands in front of me.... I'm sittin' on 'em and they feel as though they were dead...."
"Sure we will, turn over."
He offered no resistance.
"You sure you ain't cold?... We don't want you to catch cold."
"No, I'm not cold," the captive replied.
Silence ensued which lasted some minutes.
Finally one of them ventured, glancing over his shoulder: "Well, we ain't seen any ghosts yet, have we, Billy?"
"Nope," was the dogged reply.
Billy extended his leg and kicked Kerwin on the ankle.