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He stood up and listened, thought he heard a faint sound farther along, and ran There was no use now in going quietly; what counted ht of the white for from him like the very wraith it would have hiain; and when he reached the spot where it disappeared, he fell headlong, his feet tangled in some white stuff He swore audibly, picked himself up, and held the cloth where theof the sort, and near one edge was a moist patch of red He stared at it dismayed, crumpled the cloth into a compact bundle, tucked it under his aruide him

"Well, anyhow, I didn't kill hih a fence into the orchard "He's et-away for a fellow that's been shot"

In the orchard the patches of li wearily Grant repressed an impulse to shout, and used the breath for an extra burst of speed The ghost was ain, as if it would double upon its trail and reach soe Grant turned and ran also toward the fence, guessing shrewdly that the fugitive would head for the place where the wire could be spread about, and a beaten trail led froht out to the road which passed the house It was the short cut from the peach orchard; and it occurred to him that this particular spook seemed perfectly familiar with the byways of the ranch Near the fence he made a discovery that startled hiht an unmistakable flicker of skirts; and the next hed aloud if he had not been winded froure reached the fence before hih Then it see and held it there It struggled to free itself; and in the next minute he rushed up and clutched it fast

"Why don't you float over the treetops?" he panted ironically "Ghosts have no business getting their spirit railed up in a barbed-wire fence"

It answered with a little excla close upon it There was a sound of tearing cloth, and he held his captive upright, and with a ht struck it full They stared at each other, breathing hard from more than the race they had run