had wounded that dainty little crea- 

 ture that could harm no one and it 

 had gotten away. To track it in that 

 night in the down timber, was 

 impossible. 



"Perhaps you did not hit it, " con- 

 soled Nimrod. But the Cap'n, not 

 comprehending and also seeking to 

 console, insisted that I had. "We'll 

 get him in the morning." 



"What did it look like, " I enquired 

 of Nimrod, whereupon that gentle- 

 man gave me a curious glance. 



"You will see to-morrow, perhaps," 

 and changed the subject. 



Oh! ghost of the Fantail! How 

 it haunted me that night! If it had 

 been trained by the Society for 

 Psychical Research it could not have 

 done its work better. All night I 

 kept vigil and at daybreak we were 

 back at the place where it had stood 

 on the opposite side of the basin. 

 The ground was hard and yielded no 

 evidence. For a long time we cast 

 about for some sign. It seemed 

 hopeless, but I would not give up. 

 Every leaf and tiny pebble was 

 searched. 



Had we seen anything last night? 



