Then suddenly he gave vent to a smothered cry, so startling as to cause the stranger to spring hastily after him.
"Oh! My God! Oh! Look there!" "What is it, man ?" "There! there! The picture! Don't you see ?" "Naw; I don't see nuthin'.

Ye ain't gone cracked, hev ye?
Whose picture ?" "It's there!--O Lord!--it's there! My God! can't ye see ?--An' it's his face--all a-gleamin' with green flames--Holy Mary--an' I ain't seen it--afore in--fifteen year!" He seemed suddenly to collapse, and the stranger permitted him to drop limp to the earth.
"Darn if I kin see anythin', old man, but I 'll scout 'round thar a bit, jest ter ease yer mind, an' see what I kin skeer up." He had hardly taken a half-dozen steps before Murphy called after him: "Don't--don't go an' leave me--it's not there now--thet's queer!" The other returned and stood gazing down upon his huddled figure.
"You're a fine scout! afeard o' spooks.

Do ye take these yere turns often?
Fer if ye do, I reckon as how I 'd sooner be ridin' alone." Murphy struggled to his feet and gripped the other's arm.

"Never hed nuthin' like it--afore.

But--but it was thar--all creepy--an' green--ain't seen thet face--in fifteen year." "What face ?" "A--a fellow I knew--once.