Near by was a pail of salt water, which had been used in washing the deck. The pseudo ghost pointed to this.
“Drink!” he said.
Pomp hesitated.
“Drink!” thundered the specter.
“But, Mistah Ghosteses——”
“Drink, I say!” roared Barney.
He took a step forward. Pomp at once succumbed.
He took up the pail of water and took a mouthful. It was villainous stuff, and nigh choked him to death.
He dropped the pail and began to retch violently. The ghost took a step forward.
At once Pomp essayed a mouthful more.