So basically, what the ferryman was saying was that he didn't care too much about the fact that he was stuck down in these caverns because he was dead and wasn't that interested in much anyway. But... playing cards with spiders? Harvey could only imagine that was meant to be literal, but he didn't want to ask.

Harvey was startled by the sound of Sangamon's pen bouncing against the skeleton's ribcage, and sent a sharp glance toward the man. Pissing off the guy who was giving them passage across a lake packed with hungry corpses and who knew what else? Not the best idea.

Luckily, it looked like that little act of rebellion hadn't upset the ferryman enough to make any drastic moves, and they reached the other end of the shore without a hitch. Harvey got off as quickly as he could and then nodded to the skeleton. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure none of us are interested in doing that." They'd lost enough of their group already, although with any luck Jones and Peter weren't actually dead.