rose, 'La!, la!' she said, 'the Watcher is not for this one. This is

but a child, I must seek me a man, I must seek me a man!'

"'Not so fast, old wife,' I said. 'Will you lend me this club to hold

in my hand while I go to find the bones of your son and to snatch them

from the people of the ghosts?'

"'Lend you the Watcher, boy? Nay, nay! I should see little of you

again or of the good club either.'

"'I am no thief,' I answered. 'If the ghosts kill me, you will see me