"And I don't know that, under the circumstances, you could do a better thing than you have done," continued the gospeler.
"If I am not greatly mistaken," returned the gospeler, sternly.
"Ask it if it's a ghost," whispers the gospeler, involuntarily crossing himself.
In a moment afterwards they re-entered the house in gospeler's Gulch.
"Well, well, Heaven's will be done," muttered the patient gospeler.
"His brain must be turned by the loss of his relative," murmured the gospeler, pitifully.