"What have you got in that bottle?" said the goblin.
"Hollands, sir," replied the sexton, trembling more than ever, for he had bought it of the smugglers, and he thought his questioner might be in the excise department of the goblins.
"Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard on such a night as this?"
"Gabriel Grubb! Gabriel Grubb!" exclaimed the wild voices again.
"And who, then, is our lawful prize?" exclaimed the goblin, raising his voice.
The invisible chorus replied, "Gabriel Grubb! Gabriel Grubb!"
"Well, Gabriel, what do you say to this?" said the goblin, as he grinned a broader grin than before.
The sexton gasped for breath.
"What do you think of this, Gabriel?"
"It's—it's very curious, sir, very curious, sir, and very pretty," replied the sexton, half-dead with fright. "But I think I'll go back and finish my work, sir, if you please."