aware of Luiz standing by the hammock--obviously troubled.

"What's the matter?"

"Tse! Tse! Tse!"

"Well, what now? Trouble with the boys?"

"No, master. The gentleman when I take him his bath water he speak
to me. He ask me--he ask--when, when, I think Mr. Walter, he come
back."

The half-caste's teeth chattered slightly. Renouard got out of the
hammock.

"And he is here all the time--eh?"

Luiz nodded a scared affirmative, but at once protested, "I no see
him. I never. Not I! The ignorant wild boys say they see . . .
Something! Ough!"

He clapped his teeth on another short rattle, and stood there,
shrunk, blighted, like a man in a freezing blast.

"And what did you say to the gentleman?"

"I say I don't know--and I clear out. I--I don't like to speak of
him."

"All right. We shall try to lay that poor ghost," said Renouard