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"I carnt see nothing Just you look, , and said so "It's strange," growled Ike

"Go on, Bony" The horse started again, the baskets creaked, the wheels

ground the gravel, and the cart jolted and jerked in its own particular

springless way, and then all of a sudden: "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover"

Ike looked sharply round at me, as if he half suspected an to laugh

"Look here," he said in a hoarse whisper, "don't you laugh There's

so about this here"

He turned the other way, and holding tightly by the ladder looked out

behind, leaning a good way frorumbled, as he drew back and bent forward to

pat the horse "Seems rum"

"I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover" There was the song or

rather howl again, sounding curiously distant, and yet, odd as it may

seem, curiously near, and Ike leant towardsbeing harnted?"

"Yes," I said, "I've heard of haunted houses"

"But you never heerd of a harnted ; "never"

"That's right," he whispered

"I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover"

I burst out laughing, though the next moment I felt a little queer, for

Ike laid his hand on h, my lad," he whispered; "there's some'at queer 'bout this