‘He’s come aft to tell us, Mr. Monson,’ answered Finn, ‘that he and others of the watch below have been disturbed by a woice in the hold saying that there’s a ghost aboard, and that the only way to get rid of him is to sail straight away home and end this woyage which, saving the lady’s presence, it calls blarsted nonsense.’ I observed old Jacob’s head vigorously nodding. ‘_You’ve_ heard the voice, too, Charles?’ said Wilfrid, flitting in short, agitated strides to and fro beside us. ‘Mr. Monson heard it twice,’ growled Jacob, ‘off the wreck as well as off the quarter.’ ‘Speak when you’re spoken to,’ cried Finn. ‘Why, spit me, Mr. Monson, if it ain’t old Jacob’s grandmother as has signed on instead of Crimp himself.’ ‘Look here,’ said Crimp, ‘let them what disbelieves step forrards and listen themselves.’ ‘Charles, inquire into this matter with Finn, will you?’ exclaimed Wilfrid. ‘I--I--’ he stopped and passed his hand through Miss Jennings’ arm, immediately afterwards saying with a short, nervous laugh, ‘the sound of a supernatural voice would cost me a night’s rest.’ ‘Come along, Finn,’ said I. ‘Come along, Crimp. If there be a ghost, as our friend here says, he must promptly be laid by the heels and despatched to the Red Sea.’ ‘What did ’ee want to go and tell Sir Wilfrid about that woice you and Mr. Monson heard t’other night?’ grumbled Finn, as we moved forwards into the darkness towards the forehatch. ‘Cause it’s true,’ answered Crimp in his sullenest manner. ‘’Sides, it’s time to end this here galliwanting ramble, seems to me, if we’re going to be talked to and cursed by sperrits.’