When he lay dying.

Radnor tells me, he roused after hours of unconsciousness, to call the Colonel's name.

I have always felt that this devotion spoke equally well for both of them.

The old man must have had some splendid traits underneath his crusty exterior to awaken such unquestioning love in a person of Mose's instinctive perceptions.
Perhaps after all, half idiot though he was, Mose could see clearer than the rest of us.

He now lies in the little family burying-ground on the edge of the plantation, a stone's throw from the grave of Colonel Gaylord.
There has never been any further rumor of a ha'nt at Four-Pools, and we hope that the family ghost is laid forever.