"Well, hark, then; let's hear what they have to say."
"Yes," the unknown was saying at this point, "it was the worst experience I ever had. I never want to be frightened so badly as that again."
"Tell us all about it, old fellow," urged Cohen.
"Well, you see, we had got the body in the way I hinted a moment ago; and in order not to attract too much attention, we laid it over on the back seat of the carriage, and my friend Jim and I took the front seat and drove off.
"By and by we came to a lonely road, leading through a piece of woods. As we entered the woods I thought I heard a slight sound just back of me, as of some one moving.
"Jim heard it too, and we looked back simultaneously.
"One glance was enough; then we gave a yell of horror and sprung from the carriage, Jim on his side and I on mine; and the way we legged it for the open country was a caution."
"Why," exclaimed Webber, "what the deuce was it that frightened you so?"
"Yes," added Cohen, "what did you see when you looked back?"
"See? We saw that confounded corpse sitting bolt upright on the rear seat, like any live man. And at the very moment our eyes rested upon him, he started forward, placing one hand on the front seat by my side, and the other on Jim's back, while his great wide-open eyes stared fixedly into mine."