Some people thinks that murdered men walk.

P'raps some people thinks the man as was murdered in Yew-lane walks." "What man ?" gasped Bill, feeling very chilly down the spine.
"Him that was riding by the cross-roads and dragged into Yew-lane, and his head cut off and never found, and his body buried in the churchyard," said Bully Tom, with a rush of superior information; "and all I know is, if I thought he walked in Yew-lane, or any other lane, I wouldn't go within five mile of it after dusk--that's all.

But then I'm not book-larned." The two last statements were true if nothing else was that the man had said; and after holding up his feet and examining his boots with his head a-one-side, as if considering their probable efficiency against flesh and blood, he slid from his perch, and "loafed" slowly up the street, whistling and kicking the stones as he went along.

As to Beauty Bill, he fled home as fast as his legs would carry him.

By the door stood Bessy, washing some clothes; who turned her pretty face as he came up.
"You're late, Bill," she said.