"Cade!" he cried, shaking his comrade's arm.
The Weasel turned a ghastly face.
"Who is she?" he motioned, with his lips.
"Do you mean Miss Warren?" I asked, astonished.
"A ghost," he muttered, shivering in every limb.
Presently he began to move towards Silver Heels, and Mount and I drew him back by the shoulders.
"Cade! Cade!" cried Mount, anxiously. "Don't look like that, for God's sake!"
"For God's sake," repeated Renard, trembling.
His eyes were dim with tears. Mount leaned over to me and whispered: "He is mad!" But the Weasel heard him and looked up slowly.
"No, no," he said; "a little wrong in the head, Jack, only a little wrong. I thought I saw my wife, Jack, or her ghost—ay, her ghost—the ghost of her youth and mine—"