skins put his shoulders against the wall and passed from sullenness to
deep dejection. "I've got a wife and two kids back in Alta Vista, and
I'm all in," he said. "What is there about it that you don't know, Mr.
Ballard?"

"There are two or three other things that I do know, and one that I
don't. You didn't come up to the camp on the hand-car last night; and
after we left the wreck, somebody dug around in the Two's cab trying to
fix things so that they would look a little better for John Hoskins. So
much I found out this morning. But I don't care particularly about that:
what I want to know is the first cause. What made you lose your head?"

"I told you; there was something on the track."

"What was it?"

"It was--well, it was what once was a man."

Ballard bit hard on his cigar, and all the phrases presenting themselves
were profane. But a glance from Bromley enabled him to say, with decent
self-control: "Go on; tell us about it."

"There ain't much to tell, and I reckon you won't believe a thing 'at I
say," Hoskins began monotonously. "Did you or Mr. Bromley notice what
bend o' the river that curve is at?"

Ballard said "No," and Bromley shook his head. The engineman went on.

"It's where _he_ fell in and got drownded--Mr. Braithwaite, I mean. I
reckon it sounds mighty foolish to you-all, sittin' here in the good old
daylight, with nothin' happening: but I _saw_ him. When the Two's
headlight jerked around the curve and picked him up, he was standing
between the rails, sideways, and lookin' off toward the river. He had
the same little old two-peaked cap on that he always wore, and he had
his fishin'-rod over his shoulder. I didn't have three car lengths to
the good when I saw him; and--and--well, I reckon I went plumb crazy."
Hoskins was a large man and muscular rather than fat; but he was
sweating again, and could not hold his hands still.

Ballard got up and walked to the window which looked out upon the stone
yard. When he turned again it was to ask Hoskins, quite mildly, if he
believed in ghosts.

"I never allowed to, before this, Mr. Ballard."

"Yet you have often thought of Braithwaite's drowning, when you have
been rounding that particular curve? I remember you pointed out the
place to me."

Hoskins nodded. "I reckon I never have run by there since without
thinking of it."

Ballard sat down again and tilted his chair to the reflective angle.

"One more question, John, and then you may go. You ha