"I'm no ghost-hunter, let me tell you.

I know my weak points, and seeing things in the night-time used to be one of the same.

They had a great time breaking me of it, too.

Even now I sometimes dream of queer things when I've got the nightmare, after eating too big a Thanksgiving dinner; and when I wake up suddenly I'm all in a sweat, and a poor old moth fluttering at the window will give me a start, thinking it's the tiger getting in my East Indian bungalow." "Well, what's the program, Hugh ?" asked K.

"Shall I start up again, so we can continue our journey along this tough old road; or do you want to get out, and take a hunt around the quarry for the thing that gave those yawps ?" "Get out ?" repeated Julius, in a sudden panic; "not for Joseph.