“I never seen sich dirty luck, not I. There was this here O'Brien now—he's dead, ain't he? Well now, I'm no scholar, and you're a lad as can read and figure, and to put it straight, do you take it as a dead man is dead for good, or do he come alive again?» «You can kill the body, Mr. Hands, but not the spirit; you must know that already,» I replied.
«O'Brien there is in another world, and may be watching us.»
«Ah!» says he. «Well, that's unfort'nate—appears as if killing parties was a waste of time. Howsomever, sperrits don't reckon for much, by what I've seen.”