"A song!" Archie Armstrong exclaimed.
"'Tis about the gray wraiths o' dead men that squirm in the night."
"I'd not do it!" Jonathan protested.
"They drift like snow in the black wind," said Toby.
"Ah, no!" said Jonathan. "I'd make no songs the night about dead men an' wraiths."
"Ay, but I'm well started——"
"No, lad!"
"I've a bit about cold fingers an' the damp touch——"
"I'd not brood upon that."