With eyes closed, he was lying behind the stocks, and Jack was lifting his arm and letting it fall as if life were extinct.

On running up with the rest, I at once connected the phenomenon with the mysterious vial.

Searching his pocket, I found it, and holding it up, it proved to be laudanum.

Flash Jack, snatching it from my hand in a rapture, quickly informed all present what it was; and with much glee, proposed a nap for the company.

Some of them not comprehending him exactly, the apparently defunct Long Ghost--who lay so still that I a little suspected the genuineness of his sleep--was rolled about as an illustration of the virtues of the vial's contents.