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was not all. When the Spectre, turned 

 upstream again, resumed Its stroll, the 

 fish set off in the same direction. At 

 first I took this, if indeed I thought of it 

 at all, to be accidental ; but evidently 

 it was not so. When the Spectre 

 stopped, near the head of the pool, the 

 salmon stopped. When It began to 

 come down again, so did the salmon ; 

 tail-first, I felt, but as it were keeping 

 step with the apparition backwards. An 

 involuntary utterance of astonishment 

 was not unnatural. 



" Beg pardon, Sir ? " said John. 



"He's seen the ghost," I answered, 

 " and is following It about." 



John made no immediate remark ; but 

 soon he said, " Wha ever ken't the like o : 

 that? If I had - the freedom o' the fush, 

 it's no gaun' near the ghost I'd be if 

 ghost he is, Sir.'' 



" You don't want to run, John ? " 



"No' noo, Sir. At first, if I could 

 ha' done onything at a,' I micht ha' been 

 inclined to run ; but I'm gettin' used to't. 



