"But why should I deny it, George; why should I tell you all of a

Scotsman?"

"Why, y' see, Peter," said George, in his heavy way, "you be such

a strange sort o' chap!"

"George," said I, "let us get back to work."

Yet, in a little while, I set aside the hammer, and turned to the

door.

"Peter, wheer be goin'?"

"To try and make my peace with the Ancient," I answered, and

forthwith crossed the road to "The Bull." But with my foot on

the step I paused, arrested by the sound of voices and laughter

within the tap, and, loudest of all, was the voice of the pseudo

blacksmith, Job.

"If I were only a bit younger!" the Ancient was saying. Now,

peeping in through the casement, a glance at his dejected

attitude, and the blatant bearing of the others, explained to me

the situation then and there.

"Ah! but you ain't," retorted old Amos, "you 'm a old, old man

an' gettin' older wi' every tick o' the clock, you be, an'

gettin' mazed-like wi' years."

"Haw! haw!" laughed Job and the five or six others.

"Oh, you--Job! if my b'y Simon was 'ere 'e'd pitch 'ee out into

the road, so 'e would--same as Black Jarge done," quavered the

Ancient.

"P'r'aps, Gaffer, p'r'aps!" returned Job, "but I sez again, I

believe what Peter sez, an' I don't believe there never was no

ghost at all."

"Ay, lad, but I tell 'ee theer was--I seed un!" cried the old man

eagerly, "seed un wi' these two eyes, many's the time. You,

Joel Amos--you've 'eerd un a-moanin' an' a-groanin'--you believe

as I seed un, don't 'ee now come?"

"He! he!" chuckled Old Amos, "I don't know if I du, Gaffer--ye

see you 'm gettin' that old--"

"But I did--I did--oh, you chaps, I tell 'ee I did!"

"You 'm gettin' old, Gaffer," repeated Amos, dwelling upon the

theme with great unction, "very, very old--"

"But so strong as a bull, I be!" added the Ancient, trying

manfully to steady the quaver in his voice.

"Haw! haw!" laughed Job and the others, while Old Amos chuckled

shrilly again.

"But I tell 'ee I did see un, I--I see'd un plain as plain,"

quavered the Ancient, in sudden distress. "Old Nick it were, wi'

'orns, an' a tail."




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