"Apiece."
"How'll I know him when I see him?"
"Big feller—grey—broad shoulders."
"Ah!" murmured the other, and smiled as though the picture pleased him. "I'll hunt him up and ask him if I can camp out in this house of his for a while."
"Well, that's your party."
"Don't you think he'd let me?"
"Maybe; but the house ain't lucky."
"That so?"
"Sure. There's a grave in front of it."
"A grave? Whose?"