nson, "she's just a sensible, everyday sort of a girl,
and as sweet and loving as you can imagine. Your folks would like her, I
think, and I am sure she would like them."

"Why didn't you splice and bring her along in the first place?" said
Frank, laughing. "I wish you had, and then you wouldn't be looking for
Injuns in every cove. Do you remember the night we saw a man walking on
fog and thought it was a ghost, and how ten minutes after that same
ghost took a shot at us?"

"I do," answered Manson, looking serious as the memory of that
experience came back, "and I recall the next night, too, when we sat by
the camp fire and swapped ghost stories, and you told me about a haunted
island down here. Where is it?"

"Do you see that little patch of green away out beyond Spoon Island?"
answered Frank, pointing seaward. "Well, that's the famous Pocket Island
that I told you about, and the abiding-place of not only a bellowing
bull's ghost, but lots of others as well. When we are likely to have a
good spell of weather I am going to take you out there and" (with a
laugh) "give you a chance to satisfy your mania for ghost hunting, for I
believe that is one of your hobbies."

"Well, not so much as it was when we carried a musket," said Manson,
"for I am not as superstitious as I was then. Still, I want to see your
haunted island just the same and hear that strange noise. Is there a
harbor there where we can run in?"

"Yes, and a queer freak of nature it is, too," answered Frank, "but I do
not know the channel in, and would not dare to try to enter. All I can
do is to wait for a fair day and lay outside while Obed takes you
ashore."

That night when Manson had retired he lay awake a long time thinking
over the interesting impressions made upon him by his visit, and
especially the suggestion that he at some time should bring Liddy down
here as his wife! That alone was such an entrancing thought that he
could not go to sleep when he tried to. What a new world it would be to
take her into, and what supreme delight to show her these beautiful
islands and placid coves, and the bold cliffs at the foot of which the
white-crested billows were beating! How he would enjoy seeing her open
her big, blue eyes with wonder and sweet surprise at all the grand and
beautiful bits of scenery and all the magic and mystery of the ocean,
far removed from man!

"Some day I will bring her here," he thought, and then he fell asleep
and dreamed he h