All the marks of the preceding night's adventures were there--the gridiron, the empty rum jar, the the table o'erturned in the _melee_ with the ghost--but the chest of money was gone." "And what did Sam conclude from that incident ?" inquired Fritz.
"Well, he supposed that he had slept rather long, and that somebody had come in before he as up and had walked off with the box." "If I had been in his place," continued Fritz, "I should have said to myself that the mind often gives birth to strange fancies, particularly after a heavy supper, and that I had muddled my brain with rum; consequently, that all the things I imagined I had seen were only the chimeras of a dream." "But that could not be, Master Fritz, for two reasons; the first, that the mark of the ghost's hand remained on his arm." "Very likely burnt it when he grilled the bacon." "The second, that the ghost was no more seen or heard of in the mill." "That proof is a poser for you, brother, I think," said Jack.
"Did you heave that sigh just now, Master Fritz ?" inquired Willis, in a low tone.
"It was not I," said Fritz, looking at his brother.
"Nor I," said Jack, looking at Willis.
"Nor I," said Willis, looking behind him..