"I see'd it, sir," was Dan's only argument--an all sufficient one with him. "It was stood over the pool, it was, and it turned round right upon me as I went up. I see the porkypine on his cheek, sir, as plain as anything." The same account as old Matthew's! "How was the person dressed?" asked Mr. Bourne. "Did you notice?" "It had got on some'at long--a coat or a skirt, or some'at. It was as thin as thin, sir." "Dan, shall I tell you what it was--as I believe? It was somebody dressed up to frighten you and other timid persons." Dan shook his head. "No, sir, 'twasn't. 'Twas the ghost of Mr. Frederick Massingbird." CHAPTER LIII. MASTER CHEESE'S FRIGHT--OTHER FRIGHTS. Strange rumours began to be rife in Deerham. The extraordinary news told by Dan Duff would have been ascribed to some peculiar hallucination of that gentleman's brain, and there's no knowing but that the furnace might have been tried as a cure, had not other testimony arisen to corroborate it. Four or five different people, in the course of as many days--or rather nights--saw, or professed to have seen, the apparition of Frederick Massingbird. One of them was Master Cheese. He was one night coming home from paying a professional visit--in slight, straightforward cases Jan could trust him--when he saw by the roadside what appeared to be a man standing up under the hedge, as if he had taken his station there to look at the passers-by. "He's up to no good," quoth Master Cheese to himself. "I'll go and dislodge the fellow." Accordingly Master Cheese turned off the path where he was walking, and crossed the waste bit--only a yard or two in breadth--that ran by the side of the road. Master Cheese, it must be confessed, did not want for bravery; he had a great deal rather face danger of any kind than hard work; and the rumour about Fred Massingbird's ghost had been rare nuts for him to crack. Up he went, having no thought in his head at that moment of ghosts, but rather of poachers. "I say, you fellow----" he was beginning, and there he stopped dead. He stopped dead, both in step and tongue. The figure, never moving, never giving the faintest indication that it was alive, stood there like a statue. Master Cheese looked in its face, and saw the face of the late Frederick Massingbird. It is _not_ pleasant to come across a dead man at moonlight--a man whose body has been safely reposing in the ground ever so long ago. Master Cheese did not howl as Dan Duff had done. He set off down the road--he was too fat to propel himself over or through the hedge, though that was the nearest way--he took to his heels down the road, and arrived in an incredibly short space of time at home, bursting into the surgery and astonishing Jan and the surgery boy. "I say, Jan, though, haven't I had a fright?"