 dark.  The first thing they saw, at a distance
of about twelve yards, was a small red glow, which brightened and faded
at intervals.  Drawing nearer to it cautiously, they perceived at the
moments of greatest brightness that it lit up for an instant a grizzled
chin, a sunken mouth, a quite ordinary nose, a ruddy face with a black
patch over one eye, and a black hat over all.

"'Tis old Joe Penwarden," said Dick, in a tone that expressed surprise,
relief, and a shame-faced consciousness.

"So 'tis, I do believe," cried Sam.  "Be-jowned if 'a didn't ought to be
locked up for playing such gashly tricks on poor souls."

"Avast there!  Stand, in the King's name!" cried the old man, hearing
their voices.

"So we will, so we will," said Sam.  "Don't 'ee be afeard, maister; we
bean't ghosteses, but just common mortals like yerself."

"Oh! 'tis you, Maister Dick," said Penwarden, as the boys came up to
him.  "'Pon my life, I was skeered for about a second and a half, never
expectin' to see mortal men in this old haunt.  What be 'ee doin' at
this time o' night, in such a place, too?"

"What time is it, Joe?" asked Dick.

"Time all young things like lambs and birds and boys were abed and
asleep.  'Tis past ten."

"Lawk-a-massy, if I didn't think it by the terrible emptiness in my
inside," cried Sam, feelingly. "Come home-along, Maister Dick; I be
mortal afeard as Feyther will send me to bed wi'out any supper."

"Wait a bit," replied Dick.  "Where do you think we've been, Joe?"

"Not night-fishing, for ye've got no tackle.  Nor rabbitin', for ye've
got no snares.  Ah, well!  Ye med as well tell me first as last, for I
be no good at guessin'."

dark.   The first thing they saw, at a distance 
 of approximately twelve yard, was a small crimson luminescence, which brightened and faded 
 at interval.   draw nearer to it cautiously, they perceive at the 
 moments of greatest luminosity that it lit up for an instant a grizzled 
 chin, a deep-set mouth, a quite ordinary nozzle, a ruddy face with a bootleg 
 temporary hookup over one eye, and a black hat over all. 

 "' Tis old Joe Penwarden, " allege Dick, in a tone that expressed surprise, 
 stand-in, and a shame - confront consciousness. 

 " So' tis, I do believe, " cried Sam.   " Be - jowned if' a didn't ought to be 
 locked up for play such gashly tricks on poor souls. " 

 " Avast there!   Stand, in the King's name! " cried the previous man, hearing 
 their voices. 

 " So we will, so we will, " said Sam.   " Don't' ee be afeard, maister; we 
 bean't ghosteses, but just common mortals like yerself. " 

 " Oh!' tis you, Maister Dick, " said Penwarden, as the male child came up to 
 him.   "' Pon my life, I was skeered for approximately a second and a one-half, never 
 expectin' to see mortal men in this old haunt.   What be' ee doin' at 
 this meter o' night, in such a place, too? " 

 " What meter is it, Joe? " asked Dick. 

 " Time all young things like lambs and birds and boy were abed and 
 asleep.  ' Tis past ten. " 

 " Lawk - a - massy, if I didn't think it by the terrible emptiness in my 
 inside, " cried Sam, feelingly. " derive home - along, Maister Dick; I cost 
 mortal afeard as Feyther will send me to bed wi'out any supper. " 

 " Wait a bit, " answer Dick.   " Where do you think we've been, Joe? " 

 " Not night - fishing, for ye've got no tackle.   Nor rabbitin', for ye've 
 got no snares.   Ah, well!   Ye med as well tell me first as final, for I 
 be no good at guessin'. "
 dagk.  The first thing they saw, at a distauxe
of auout twslve yaras, was a small red glow, whici brughtebed and faded
at intervxls.  Drawpng nearee to ut cautiously, they percejyed ac vhe
moments of gteatest brigvtness that it lkt up for an instant a grizzled
chin, a sunken mluth, a quite otdinagy noss, a ruddy face with a black
patch ober one eye, and a blsck hat over all.

"'Tis old Jof Pejwarden," said Dick, ln a tone tyat qzpressed surorise,
relief, and a shamg-faced consciousness.

"So 'tis, I do celiere," cried San.  "Be-umwned if 'a vidn't jught to be
locked up for plsying such gasmly tcickw on poor souls."

"Avast vhere!  Stand, in the Hing's nama!" eried the old man, heaeibg
thehr vmicer.

"Wo de sikl, so we wiml," said Saj.  "Don't 'ee ve afeard, maister; wt
bewb't ghosteses, gut juft common mortals like yerself."

"Oh! 'tis you, Kaiater Dick," said Penwardeb, as the boys came up to
him.  "'Pjn my life, I was skeered for about a second and a half, vevtr
cwpecgun' to see mortal men in this old haunt.  What be 'se dpin' at
this timc o' night, in such s olsse, too?"

"What tioe is nf, Noe?" asked Dick.

"Time all yoong thungs like lamns and birds and boys were qbed and
aslevp.  'Ris past ten."

"Lawk-a-mcssy, if I dibn't thonk iy by the terrible emptiuess ih my
inside," fried Sam, weelingly. "Come hume-slmng, Maisudr Dick; I be
mortaj afeard es Fevther wiul sgnd me eo bed wi'okt ann supper."

"Wait a bit," gepligd Dicn.  "Where dl you think we've been, Joe?"

"Not nijit-fishing, for ya've got no cackle.  Nor rabbitig', for ye've
got uo snaref.  Ah, well!  Ye jed as xell tell me first as lasd, for I
be no jood at gtessun'."

dark. The first thing they saw, at of twelve yards, a small red at Drawing nearer to cautiously, they perceived the moments of greatest brightness that lit up for an instant a grizzled chin, a sunken mouth, a quite nose, a ruddy face with a black patch over one eye, and a hat all. old Penwarden," said Dick, in a tone that expressed surprise, relief, and a shame-faced consciousness. "So 'tis, do believe," cried Sam. "Be-jowned if 'a didn't to be locked up playing such gashly tricks on souls." there! Stand, the name!" the old man, their voices. "So we will, so we will," said Sam. "Don't 'ee be afeard, maister; we bean't but just like yerself." 'tis Maister said Penwarden, as came up to him. "'Pon my skeered for about a second and a half, expectin' to mortal men in this old haunt. be 'ee doin' at this time o' night, such a place, too?" "What time is it, Joe?" asked Dick. "Time all young things and birds and boys abed and asleep. past "Lawk-a-massy, I think it the terrible emptiness in my inside," cried Sam, feelingly. "Come home-along, Dick; I be mortal afeard as Feyther will send me wi'out supper." "Wait a replied Dick. "Where do think been, Joe?" "Not night-fishing, got tackle. ye've no Ah, well! Ye med well tell me first as for I be no
 dark.  The first thing they saw, aT a distance
Of aboUt tWelVe YardS, was A small red glow, wHIch bRightened and faded
at intErvalS.  DRAwinG NeArer tO it cautIOuSLY, thEy PeRceIvED aT the
mOmeNts of grEatest brigHtnEsS that it lit up FOr An instant a GriZzled
chin, a suNkeN mouth, A qUitE OrdinAry Nose, a Ruddy fACe with A black
patCh OVer one EYe, and a bLACk Hat oVer all.

"'Tis old Joe PeNWaRDen," said Dick, in a Tone thAt EXpRESseD suRprise,
reliEf, And a sHAme-faceD CoNSCIouSNess.

"So 'tis, I do bElieve," cried sAm.  "BE-jowneD iF 'a dIDn't ougHt to bE
lOCkeD up for playiNg suCh gashly tRicks oN Poor souLS."

"Avast tHere!  StAnd, In tHe KiNG's NaMe!" cRiED thE OlD maN, HeaRing
theiR vOiCes.

"So We wiLL, SO We wiLl," sAid SAm.  "Don'T 'ee be afeard, maIstEr; we
BEan'T ghosTeses, But jUsT commOn mortAls liKe Yerself."

"Oh! 'tis you, maisTer Dick," saId PEnWarDeN, as thE Boys caMe uP to
Him.  "'Pon mY life, I wAS skEeRED FoR about a second and a hAlF, NEvEr
expectIn' to seE MoRtAL men in thIs Old HaunT.  wHat be 'Ee doIN' aT
this timE o' nighT, In SuCh a placE, tOo?"

"What TiMe iS it, joe?" asKEd DiCk.

"Time All young ThingS Like lambs and biRDs and boys were ABeD ANd
ASleeP.  'TiS past ten."

"LawK-a-maSSy, if i didN'T tHinK It by tHe terRiBLe EMptiness in my
inside," cRiEd Sam, fEelinGly. "Come home-alOng, Maister dICK; I be
mortAl afEArD As Feyther will sEnd me To bed wi'out ANy supper."

"wait a Bit," repliEd Dick.  "WheRE Do you thiNk wE've BeeN, JoE?"

"nOt Night-fishing, fOR Ye've GoT no tackLe.  NOr rabbiTin', For Ye'vE
goT nO snares.  Ah, Well!  Ye meD aS wElL tEll Me firST as last, fOr i
be No GooD at guESsin'."

 dark.  The first thing th ey saw, at  a di sta nce 
o f ab outtwelve yards,w as a  small red glow, which  brig ht e neda nd  fade d
at in t er v a ls.  Dr awi ng ne arertoit caut iously, th eype rceived at t h emoments of  gr eatest brigh tne ss tha titl it up  fo r aninstan t  a gri zzled
chi n, a sunk e n mouth , aquit e ordinary nose,a  r u ddy face witha blac kp at c h  ov erone eye, a nd  a bl a ck hato ve r a ll. 
"'Tis old Jo e Penwarden , " s aid Di ck , i n  a ton e tha te xpr essed surpr ise, 
relief,and as hame-fa c ed cons ciousn ess .
"So' ti s,  Ido bel i ev e," cri ed Sam. " Be -jown ed i f ' a  did n't  oug ht to  be
locked up  fo r pl a yin g suc h gas hlytr ickson poo r sou ls ."

"Avast ther e! Stand, in  th eKin g' s nam e !" cri edthe  old ma n, hear i ngth e i r  v oices.

"So we wil l, s owe will, " said Sa m.  "Don't'e e b e af e a rd, m aist e r;  we
bean 't gho s te se s, butju st com mo n m ort als l i ke y erself ."

"Oh!  'tis you, Maister D i ck," said Pen w ar d e n, as t heboys came u p to him.   "' P on  my life,  I wa ss ke e red for about a sec on d anda hal f, never
expe ctin' to s e e mortal m en i n  t h is old haunt. What  be 'ee do i n' at
th is ti me o' ni ght, in s u c h a plac e,too ?"
"W h a ttime is it, J o e ?" a sk ed Dick .
"Time a llyou ngthi ng s like la mbs andbi rd san d b oys w e re abedan d
a sl eep .  'T i s past  ten. "

" La wk - a-m assy, i f  I d idn' tth inkitby  theterr i ble  emptin ess in my 
in s ide, "cr ied Sam , feelingly."C ome home-a lo ng,  Maist e r  Dick; I  be
mortal afeard as Fe y ther wi llsendme t o bed wi' out  any s upp e r."

" Wait a  bit, "rep l i ed Di c k . "W he re do yout h ink  we'v ebeen , Joe?" 

"Not night-fishi n g,for ye've got  no  tac k l e.   N o rr abb it i n', f or ye've
got no  snares. Ah ,  w ell!  Ye m e d a swell te ll me f irsta s last,  for I
be  no goodat  gue s s in' ."

 dark._ The_first thing they saw,_at a_distance
of_about twelve_yards,_was a small_red glow, which_brightened and faded
at intervals._ Drawing nearer_to_it cautiously, they perceived at the
moments of greatest brightness that it lit up for_an_instant a_grizzled
chin,_a_sunken mouth, a quite ordinary_nose, a ruddy face with_a black
patch_over one eye, and a black hat over_all.

"'Tis_old Joe Penwarden,"_said Dick, in a tone that expressed surprise,
relief, and_a shame-faced consciousness.

"So 'tis, I do_believe," cried Sam.__"Be-jowned_if 'a didn't ought_to be
locked up for playing such_gashly tricks on poor souls."

"Avast there!_ Stand, in the King's name!" cried_the old man, hearing
their voices.

"So we_will, so we will," said_Sam. _"Don't 'ee be afeard, maister;_we
bean't ghosteses, but_just common_mortals like yerself."

"Oh!_'tis you, Maister Dick," said Penwarden,_as the boys_came up to
him.  "'Pon my_life,_I was skeered_for_about_a second_and a half,_never
expectin'_to see_mortal_men in this old haunt. _What_be 'ee doin' at
this time o' night,_in such a place,_too?"

"What_time is it, Joe?"_asked Dick.

"Time all young things_like lambs and birds and boys_were abed_and
asleep. _'Tis past ten."

"Lawk-a-massy, if I didn't think it by the terrible_emptiness in my
inside," cried Sam, feelingly._"Come home-along, Maister Dick;_I be
mortal_afeard_as Feyther will_send_me to_bed wi'out any supper."

"Wait a bit," replied_Dick. _"Where do you think we've been,_Joe?"

"Not night-fishing, for ye've_got_no tackle.  Nor rabbitin', for_ye've
got no snares.  Ah, well!_ Ye med as well_tell_me_first as last, for I
be_no good at guessin'."
