said, squeezing his companion's arm.

The Haunted Man yawned. "Don't you think, Charles, you're rather
running this thing into the ground? Of course it's very moral and
instructive, and all that. But ain't there a little too much
pantomime about it? Come now!"

"Look!" repeated the Goblin, pinching his arm malevolently. The
Haunted Man groaned.

"O, of course, I see her Majesty's ship Arethusa. Of course I am
familiar with her stern First Lieutenant, her eccentric Captain,
her one fascinating and several mischievous midshipmen. Of course
I know it's a splendid thing to see all this, and not to be
seasick. O, there the young gentlemen are going to play a trick on
the purser. For God's sake, let us go," and the unhappy man
absolutely dragged the Goblin away with him.

When they next halted, it was at the edge of a broad and boundless
prairie, in the middle of an oak opening.

"I see," said the Haunted Man, without waiting for his cue, but
mechanically, and as if he were repeating a lesson which the Goblin
had taught him,--"I see the Noble Savage. He is very fine to look
at! But I observe under his war-paint, feathers, and picturesque
blanket, dirt, disease, and an unsymmetrical contour. I observe
beneath his inflated rhetoric deceit and hypocrisy; beneath his
physical hardihood, cruelty, malice, and revenge. The Noble Savage
is a humbug. I remarked the same to Mr. Catlin."