"No more did I," angrily sputtered Red Bill "thar ain't no such
things nohow."

"I dunno," said the black-mustached man seriously. "I do recollec'
hearing my old grandmother, back East, tell about a ghost what she
seen once. Want ter hear about it?"

No one replied, and taking silence for consent, he went on.

"Grandmother was married to a decent old chap that was a teamster.
He used to haul farm stuff to the city in the day and it was often
pretty late afore he got out again. Well, on his way he had to pass
a cemetery, a buryin' ground you know, and I tell you he didn't like
it. It sort of got on his nerves to think that some night one of
them dead folks lying there all so quiet might arise from ther
graves.

"It seems as how it allers haunted him ter think that some night as
he wuz drivin' by that ther buryin' ground--"

"Yer said that once before," snapped Summers looking nervously about
him, "get on with your story."

"Well I am, ain't I?"

"Not fast enough."

"Waal this is a ghost story and ghosts don't move fast."