'"I don't know; I reckon it ain't a bar'l, but I thought it might be," says he.
'"Yes," I says, "so it might be, and it might be anything else, too; a body can't tell nothing about it, such a distance as that," I says.
'We hadn't nothing else to do, so we kept on watching it. By and by I says—
'"Why looky-here, Dick Allbright, that thing's a-gaining on us, I believe."
'He never said nothing. The thing gained and gained, and I judged it must be a dog that was about tired out. Well, we swung down into the crossing, and the thing floated across the bright streak of the moonshine, and, by George, it was bar'l. Says I—
'"Dick Allbright, what made you think that thing was a bar'l, when it was a half a mile off," says I. Says he—
'"I don't know." Says I—
'"You tell me, Dick Allbright." He says—
'"Well, I knowed it was a bar'l; I've seen it before; lots has seen it; they says it's a haunted bar'l."
'I called the rest of the watch, and they come and stood there, and I told them what Dick said. It floated right along abreast, now, and didn't gain any more. It was about twenty foot off. Some was for having it aboard, but the rest didn't want to. Dick Allbright said rafts that had fooled with it had got bad luck by it. The captain of the watch said he didn't believe in it. He said he reckoned the bar'l gained on us because it was in a little better current than what we was. He said it would leave by and by.