"Well, he supposed that he had slept rather long, and that somebody
had come in before he as up and had walked off with the box."
"If I had been in his place," continued Fritz, "I should have said to
myself that the mind often gives birth to strange fancies,
particularly after a heavy supper, and that I had muddled my brain
with rum; consequently, that all the things I imagined I had seen were
only the chimeras of a dream."
"But that could not be, Master Fritz, for two reasons; the first, that
the mark of the ghost's hand remained on his arm."
"Very likely burnt it when he grilled the bacon."
"The second, that the ghost was no more seen or heard of in the mill."
"That proof is a poser for you, brother, I think," said Jack.
"Did you heave that sigh just now, Master Fritz?" inquired Willis, in
a low tone.
"It was not I," said Fritz, looking at his brother.
"Nor I," said Jack, looking at Willis.
"Nor I," said Willis, looking behind him.
CHAPTER XXVI.
WILLIS FALLS IN WITH THE SLOOP ON TERRA FIRMA, INSTEAD OF AT THE
BOTTOM OF THE SEA, AS MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED--ADMIRAL CICERO--THE
DEFUNCT NOT YET DEAD.
The corvette, notwithstanding the multitude of British cruisers
scattered about the ocean, and the other dangers that beset her, held
on the even tenor of her way.
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