u 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 of
misunderstanding. He lay down and pulled the blanket over his shoulders,
cuddled his pillow under his head, and disposed himself to sleep.

The moon climbed higher, and sent silvery splinters of light quivering
down among the trees. A frog crawled out upon a great lily--pad and
croaked dismally.

Again came the wailing cry, nearer than before, more subdued, and for
that reason more eerily mournful. Grant sat up, muttered to himself, and
hastily pulled on some clothes. The frog cut himself short in the middle
of a deep-throated ARR-RR-UMPH and dove headlong into 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 something, 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, who was nearest. "You boys stay here."

Since they had no intention of doing anything else, they obeyed him
implicitly and without argument, especially as a flitting white
figure appeared briefly and indistinctly in a shadow-flecked patch of
moonlight. Crouching low 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 glimpsed
it farther on, and gave chase, taking what precautions he could against
betraying himself. Through the grove and the gate and across the road
he followed, in doubt half the time whether it was worth the trouble.
Still, if it was what he suspected, a lesson taught now would probably
insure against future disturbances of the sort, he thought, and kept
stubbornly on. Once more he heard the dismal cry, and fancied it held a
mocking note.

"I'll settle that mighty quick," he promised grimly, as he jumped a
ditch and ran toward the place.

Somewhere among the currant bushes was a sound of eery laughter. He
swerved toward the place, saw a white form rise suddenly from the very
ground, as it seemed, and lift an arm with a slow, beckoning gesture.
Without taking aim, he raised his gun 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 m