I was absolutely astonished, however, at the effect of this apparition upon Captain Barton. I knew him to be a man of proud courage and coolness in real danger—a circumstance which made his conduct upon this occasion the more conspicuously odd. He recoiled a step or two as the stranger advanced, and clutched my arm in silence, with what seemed to be a spasm of agony or terror! and then, as the figure disappeared, shoving me roughly back, he followed it for a few paces, stopped in great disorder, and sat down upon a form. I never beheld a countenance more ghastly and haggard.
"For God's sake, Barton, what is the matter?" said , our companion, really alarmed at his appearance. "You're not hurt, are you?—or unwell? What is it?"
"What did he say?—I did not hear it—what was it?" asked Barton, wholly disregarding the question.
