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?"
"It won't be shot if it don't come on my wharf," I ses. "Though I don't
mind if it does when I've got somebody with me. I ain't afraid of
anything living, and I don't mind ghosts when there's two of us. Besides
which, the noise of the pistol 'll wake up 'arf the river."
"You take care you don't get woke up," ses Joe, 'ardly able to speak for
temper.
He went off stamping, and grinding 'is teeth, and at eight o'clock to the
minute, Ted Dennis turned up with 'is pistol and helped me take care of
the wharf.
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