the two of us lifted the captain, who was
breathing stertorously, as if snoring; "anything more serious?"

"Only a fit of the horrors," said Jones nonchalantly, as if the matter
were an every-day circumstance, and nothing out of the common; "but if
he does get 'em, we must hide his blessed revolver, or else he'll be
goin' round the ship lettin' fly at every man Jack of us in turn! I'll
tell Mr Flinders to be on his guard when he comes-to, so that some one
'll look arter him."

As he spoke, the steward slung the body of the unconscious man into his
cot, I staggering as I lifted the captain's legs, which, although they
were very thin and spindleshanky, wore bony and heavy, while I was slim
and weak for my age. Besides which, the thrashing I had received the
evening previously had pretty well taken all the strength out of me,
combined with my subsequent fright from the ghost, which I could not
help believing in, despite all Jones's sneers and assertions to the
contrary. Of course, though, there was no use arguing the point with
him; he was so obstinate--like all Welshmen!

However, between the two of us, we got Captain Snaggs laid in his bed,
where he certainly would be more comfortable than wallowing about in the
water on the cabin floor. Then, Jones and I left him, just propping up
his head with the pillows, so that he should not suffocate himself. He
could not well tumble out, the cot having high sides, and swinging
besides with the motion of the ship, being hung from the deck above on a
sort of gimbal joint, that worked in a ball and socket and gave all
ways.

The steward then went back again into his bunk adjoining the pantry to
have his sleep out; but I felt too excited to lie down again.

I did not like to remain there alone in the cabin after what had passed,
listening to the thuds of the waves against the sides of the ship, and
the weird creaking of the timbers, as if the vessel were groaning with
pain, and the heavy breathing of the captain in his cot, that rose above
all these sounds, for he was snoring and snorting away at a fine rate;
so, I proceeded out on to the lower deck, experiencing a chill shudder
as I made my exit by the door where I had seen Sam Jedfoot's spectre in
the moonlight.

I almost fancied it was still there!

When I got out under the break of the poop, I found all quiet, with the
port watch on duty, for Mr Flinders, the first-mate, was in charge, he
having relieved the second-ma