Go a-head, I will follow.' "The spectre led him into what used to be the garden of the mill, but the enclosure was now overgrown with rank and poisonous weeds.

There was a path running through it paved with flagstones; the spectre pointed with its finder to one of them.

Sam stooped down, and, much to his astonishment, raised it with ease.

Beneath there was an iron chest, the lid of which he also opened, and saw that it was filled with old spade guineas and Spanish dollars.
"'You behold that treasure!' said the spectre, in a hollow voice.
"'Ha, ha, old fellow! you can speak, can you?
Now we shall understand each other.

Yes, I see a box, filled with what looks very like gold and silver coins.' "'I placed that treasure there before my death,' added the spectre.
"'Ah, so! than you are dead ?' said Sam.
"'One half of that money I wish you to give to the poor, and the other half you may keep to yourself, if you choose.' "'Golley!' said Sam, 'you are not much of a swab after all, though you look as thin as a purser's clerk.