God, boy, how we'll miss him! And Branch seems to have gone the same way.

If neither of them show up before morning we can cross 'em off the list.

Now Wilbur has gone and Jack has ridden home looking like a small-sized thunderstorm, and now you come with a white face and a blank eye.

What hell is trailin' us, Pierre, what hell is in store for us.

You've seen something, and we want to know what it is." "A ghost, Jim, that's all." Bud Mansie said softly: "There's only one ghost that could make you look like this.