"All right," I ses, looking behind me to where three of the 'ands of the
Daisy was sitting on the fo'c'sle smoking. "I've got plenty of company
to-night."

"Company won't save you," ses Joe. "For the last time, are you going to
give me that watch and chain, or not? Here's your fifteen bob."

"No," I ses; "even if I 'ad got it I shouldn't give it to you; and it's
no use giving' it to the ghost, because, being made of air, he 'asn't got
anywhere to put it."

"Very good," ses Joe, giving me a black look. "I've done all I can to
save you, but if you won't listen to sense, you won't. You'll see Sam
Bullet agin, and you'll not on'y lose the watch and chain but your life
as well."

"All right," I ses, "and thank you kindly, but I've got an assistant, as
it 'appens--a man wot wants to see a ghost."

"An' assistant?" ses Joe, staring.

"An old soldier," I ses. "A man wot likes trouble and danger. His idea
is to shoot the ghost and see wot 'appens."

"Shoot!" ses Joe. "Shoot a pore 'armless ghost. Does he want to be
'ung? Ain't it enough for a pore man to be drownded, but wot you must
try and shoot 'im arterwards? Why, you ought to be ashamed o' yourself.
Where's your 'art?"