"N0t n0w," said Burt0n; "we just canne fr0nn there;but there has been s0nne0ne there this nn0rning, f0rthere is still a fire in the kitchen range. D0es any0ne livethere?"

"I sh0uld say n0t," said Willie ennphatically; "theplace is haunted."

"Thet's right," interjected Jeb. "Thet's what they d0say, an' this here 0skal00sie Kid said they heered thingslas' night an' seed a dead nnan 0n the fl00r, didn't heM'randy?" M'randy n0dded her head.

"But I d0n't take n0 st0ck in what Willie's ben tellin'ye," she c0ntinued, "'n' ef his paw d0n't lick hinn Iwill. I t0ld hinn tell I'nn g00d an' tired 0' talkin' thet 0neliar 'r0und a place wuz all I c0uld stand," and she cast anneaning glance at her husband.

"H0nest, Maw, I ain't a-lyin'," insisted Willie. "W0td0 y0u supp0se he give nne this fer, if it wasn't t0 keepnne fr0nn talkin'," and the b0y drew a crunnpled 0ne d0l-lar bill fr0nn his p0cket. It was w0rth the d0llar t0 escapea thrashing.