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ing embers, toward the figure that still approached 

 with its horrible, rhythmic glide. 



Frazer leapt suddenly to his feet. His revolver 

 glinted as he threw it into line. 



"Stop, or 111 shoot !" he cried, loudly. Through 

 his voice ran an odd quaver. 



But the figure in white glided slowly nearer. 



I heard a crashing of branches and the thud of 

 feet on soft ground. Frazer was alone by the fire, 

 the others gone. Hesitating no longer, he fired three 

 quick shots in the general direction of the phantom. 



A yell came from the sheeted figure, hitherto as 

 silent as death. 



"What'n hell are y' doinT' it ejaculated vio- 

 lently. "Try in' to shoot a feller up jest fer makin' 

 a little fun!" 



The relief was sudden and nerve-destroying. I 

 broke into a hysterical laugh and rolled over on the 

 ground. Frazer, with a face of thunder, threw down 

 his weapon and ran toward the ghost. I had never 

 seen him so thoroughly incensed before. 



* ' You damned idiot ! " he roared. ' ' I didn 't know 



you were quite such a fool ! I ought to fire you 



right now! Are you plumb crazy or what!" 



Brown pulled the tent flap from his head. He en- 

 deavoured to assume an air of injured dignity with 

 a somewhat ludicrous result. 



"Don't see what y' want to make such a fuss 

 over," he grumbled. "I was jest a playin' ghost. 



