Then he strode savagely across in front of his shrinking horse, tore down the flaring picture, and hastily thrust it into his pocket, the light of the phosphorus with which it had been drawn being reflected for a moment on his features.
"A dirty, miserable, low-down trick," he muttered.

"Poor old devil! Yet I've got to do it, for the little girl." He stumbled back through the darkness, his hat filled with water, and dashed it into Murphy's face.

"Come on, Murphy! There's one good thing 'bout spooks; they don't hang 'round fer long at a time.

Likely es not this 'un is gone by now.

Brace up, man, for you an' I have got ter get out o' here afore mornin'." Then Murphy grasped his arm, and drew himself slowly to his feet.
"Don't see nuthin' now, do ye ?" "No.