I know I have scarcely slept a wink these last few nights, trying
to get the words into my head.
(_GEORGE enters backwards, pale and trembling._)
MALCOLM. Why! Look--what the devil's the matter with George? (_Crosses
to GEORGE._)
GEORGE. I've seen it, gentlemen. (_Down stage L. C._)
OMNES. Seen who?
(_BELDON down R. edge of table R. LEEK up R. C. SOMERS up R._)
GEORGE. The ghost. Jer--Bun--
MALCOLM. Why, you're frightened, George.
GEORGE. Yes, sir. It was the suddenness of it, and besides I didn't look
for seeing it in the bar. There was only a glimmer of light there, and
it was sitting on the floor. I nearly touched it.
MALCOLM (_goes to door, looks off, then returns--to others_). It must be
Hirst up to his tricks. George was out of the room when he suggested it.
(_To GEORGE._) Pull yourself together, man.
GEORGE. Yes, sir--but it took me unawares. I'd never have gone to the
bar by myself if I'd known it was there, and I don't believe you would,
either, sir.
MALCOLM. Nonsense, I'll go and fetch him in. (_Crosses to L._)
GEORGE (_clutching him by the sleeve_). You don't know what it's like,
sir. It ain't fit to look at by yourself, it ain't indeed. It's got the
awfullest deathlike face, and short cropped red hair--it's--
(_Smothered cry is heard._)
What's that? (_Backs to C and leans on chair._)
(_ALL start, and a quick pattering of footsteps is heard rapidly
approaching the room.
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