When he returned, Layn could not refrain from asking, "Did you see it?"

"Yes," replied Raner, "an' I swar I don't like it."

They plunged into work again with greater determination. It was in this

way they kept their courage up; for every time they stopped to whet,

their feelings were in a turmoil. The very pace they were working put

them in all the worse condition. But the plot was lessening rapidly, and

so they drove themselves on. Strange to say, some time passed without a

word further in allusion to what had been seen. But while there was for

this short period a dogged spell upon them to say nothing more about

what each was sure the other had seen, the very bugaboo in their minds

made all the more headway because of their silence; and in spite of

themselves, they kept glancing through the gap, when they cut across the

end where the empty jug lay. The expedient of curving that end did not

dispel their alarm, for when they rounded the broad curve, some sinister

influence impelled them to look seaward.

"She's fog color," abruptly exclaimed Josh, startling both Layn and

Raner, and causing them to look at the same instant. "She's got ev'ry

stitch spread, too."

"An' still headin' right squar' on, I sw'ar," said Layn. And pointing,

he continued, "Raner, do you see? We ain't got no sich breeze a blowin'

here ez she's got thar."

"What the hell's dif'runce, tell me, does that make with _her_? That

wizard o' a ship 'ud have fair wind an' plenty on it, ef she wuz sailin'

dead to wind'ard."

"Now, she's gone ag'in," spoke Alibee, "an' thet's what she's done

afore."

The mowers began a new bout, and Raner remarked, "Such things, hell take

'em, have been seen afore, though a long time back. I heerd tell on 'em

when I wuz a boy. It's a spectre o' some ship Kidd has sunk with all her

crew on board, a ha'ntin' this coast. Thar's no tellin' what the

mischief'll come out on it all to us, ne'ther. He wuz off the Inlet thar

sev'ral times with the 'Royal Eduth.' I've hearn, time and ag'in, o' how

he come in the Inlet with his long-boat, an' got game o' the Injuns, an'

the devil may know how many lives he put an end to when off here."

The mowers came again to the bout leading up to the broad curve. Alibee,

who a moment ago had said, "I'm all o' a cold sweat," looked out upon

the ocean and exclaimed, "By the very devil himself, see how much nigher

she's in! Confound ef I want 'o stay here an' cut much longer."

This exclamation produced but one result--a wider swath. They had

plunged into deeper stroke that afternoon after every expression of

fear, for the mowers tried, in the prodigious effort put forth, to

drown, for the moment, their apprehensions. But the drafts they had made

upon their strength were now telling upon them sorely. They could not

sustain the effort, and soon lapsed into a slower stroke; and although

the bout was considerably shorter, they were a third longer in cutting

it. Though wrought to the highest point with fear, they were powerless

to resist the bewitching influence to look seaward as they mowed round

the curve. This time that strange shape, looming up again, struck terror

through them.

"By heavens," gasped Alibee, "how much closer in is she a comin'? An'

look! look! thet's a woman standin' on the rail thar, for'ard, white ez

the ship. Not another soul on board, ez I kin see."

The mowers stood gazing a second with scythes poised, and then finished

their strokes. Just around the curve Alibee stole a glance behind him.

With piercing tone he cried, "Good God! thar's thet woman, on the hills

yunder, comin straight fur us; an' the ship, look! she's bow on. Quick,

quick, run fur the hay-boat."

Hurriedly they gathered their traps and ran to the boat, casting looks

behind every few steps. They had left the jug--the empty jug--but not a

second could be lost. They threw their scythes into the boat, Alibee ran

for the anchor, and came running back with it, dragging the cable after

him. Raner and Layn in their excitement had already pushed off the boat,

and Josh, splashing through the water, tumbled on board, anchor in hand.

In an instant the mowers had disappeared in the fog.

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