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"Yes, I heard it," said Grant "It's a spook It's the wail of a lost spirit, loosed teatory It's sent as a warning to repent you of your sins, and it's howling because it hates to go back What you going to do about it?"

He made his own intention plain beyond any possibility ofHe lay down and pulled the blanket over his shoulders, cuddled his pillow under his head, and disposed hiher, and sent silvery splinters of light quivering down areat lily--pad and croaked dis cry, nearer than before, more subdued, and for that reason more eerily mournful Grant sat up, muttered to hi cut himself short in theinto the pond; and the splash of his body cleaving the still surface of the water made Gene shiver nervously Grant reached under his pillow for so, and freed himself stealthily from a blanketfold

"If that spook don't talk Indian when it's at home, I'm very much mistaken," he whispered to Clark, as nearest "You boys stay here"

Since they had no intention of doing anything else, they obeyed hi white figure appeared briefly and indistinctly in a shadow-flecked patch oflow in the shade of a clump of bushes, Grant stole toward the spot

When he reached the place, the thing was not there Instead, he gli what precautions he could against betraying hiate and across the road he followed, in doubt half the time whether it orth the trouble Still, if it hat he suspected, a lesson taught noould probably insure against future disturbances of the sort, he thought, and kept stubbornly on Oncenote

"I'll settle that rimly, as he ju the currant bushes was a sound of eery laughter He swerved toward the place, sahite forround, as it seeesture Without taking aiun and fired a shot at it The arm dropped rather suddenly, and the white form vanished He hurried up to where it had stood, knelt, and felt of the soft earth Without a doubt there were footprints there--he could feel them But he hadn't a match with him, and the place was in deep shade