Further on, he met the second ghost also in the form of a skeleton.
He jumped at him and grabbed him with bony fingers. "Let's dance friend," said the skeleton. "A very good idea, cousin ghost," said the young man. "What shall we use as a drum and drumstick? I know!"
Taking the ghost's thighbone and skull, the young man danced and sang, beating on the skull with the bone. "Stop, stop!" cried the skull. "This is no way to dance. You're hurting me; you're giving me a headache."
"You're lying, ghost." said the young man. "Ghosts can't feel pain." "I don't know about other ghosts," said the skull, "but me, I'm hurting." "For a ghost you're awfully sensitive." said the young man. "Really, I'm disappointed."
"There we were having a good time, and you spoiled the fun with your whining. Groan somewhere else." The young man kicked the skull aside and scattered the rest of the bones all over. "Now see what you've done," complained the ghost.
"It will take me hours to get all my bones together. You're a bad man." "Stop your whining," Said the young man. "It gives you something to do." Then he went on.