Well sir, that thing just grew thinner an' thinner, till it seemed to blend right in with the fog that was all around it, and the fust we knew 'twas gone!
"It was a ghost!" said Jimmy, in a whisper. "I knew somethin' was a-goin' to happen, 'cause I felt so queer like."
They come a crowdin' up to find why I'd stopped the train, an' I swear I never felt so kind o' queer an' foolish as I did when I told 'em what I'd seen 'cause I knew they didn't b'leeve in ghosts, most likely, an' they'd think I was drunk or crazy.
"He see it, too," sez I, a-pointin' to Jimmy.
"Yes, 'fore God, I did," sez Jimmy, solemn as if he was a witness on the stand.
"This is a pretty how-d'ye do," sez the conductor, who didn't b'leeve we'd seen anything. "I'm surprised at you, Connell; I thought you was a man o' sense."
"I thought so, too," sez I, "but I can't help what I see. If I was a dyin' this minnit I'd swear I see a man on the track, or leastwise the ghost o' one. I thought 'twas a real man when I whistled."
"An' so would I," sez Jimmy.
The conductor couldn't help seein' that we was in earnest, and b'leeved what we said.
"Take a lantern an' go along the track," sez he, to some o' the men.
An' they did. An' what d'ye s'pose they found?
Well, sir, they found the rails all tore up jest at the spot where the train would a shot over the bluff into the river if it had gone on!
Yes, sir; they found that, an' I tell you there was some pretty solemn lookin' faces when it got among the passengers how near we'd been to death.
"I never b'leeved in ghosts," sez the conductor, "but I b'leeve you see somethin', Connell, an' you've saved a precious lot o' lives. That's a sure thing."
Well, sir, they went to huntin' round, an' they found a lot o' tools an' things that the men who'd tore up the rails had
