and there's sure to be ghosts in this ould world?" muttered
Mick, crossing himself.

"There's diamonds, too--and tons of gold," remarked Claud.

"Paddy, you'll be a rich man after to-night," laughed Sambo.

"If I'm not a dead wan," said the Irishman, who, for the moment had
become seized with a dread of the supernatural.

"Well, boys, here we are!" exclaimed the leader of the party as they
neared a dark bend of the road. "Jump out!" The car was backed out of
sight, and the driver told to wait.

"This way," and into the darkness plunged the Queenslander. They
followed close at his heels, stumbling over graves, stones and old
enclosures.

"What's that?" screamed Paddy, as he kicked a white-looking thing at
his feet.

"It's a skull, man," said Sandy, picking up the bleached headpiece of
an ancient.

"Mother of Jasus, preserve us," murmured the Irishman, crossing himself
again.

"Now, boys, here we are. Get out your tools and start digging. Here's
a little torch to use, now and again, to see what you've got. You
fellows can pan out this show here, I'm going over a bit to do some
prospecting."

"Right you are, I'll run this bit of the business," said Claud, as the
Queenslander went off into the darkness. For a long time they picked
and shovelled out the soft brown earth.

"What's this?" whispered Sandy, holding something in his hand. Claud
switched the light on.

"It's a shin bone."

"Here's the goods," shouted Bill, holding up a bracelet crusted with
earth and mildew.

"It's gold, too," said Claud, fingering it.

"And here's some quids," Paddy said, spreading some coins out in his
hand.

"Coppers, you mean."

Resuming their task, they soon collected skulls, shin bones, thigh
bones, some old brassware, a ring, some coppers, and many other things
of an Eastern kind.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" soliloquised Claud, as he occasionally
surveyed the finds with the aid of his monocle and flash lamp. But the
greatest find was a large brass urn of beautiful workmanship.

"Looks like old Rameses' whisky jar," said Bill, turning the urn round
under the light of the lamp.

Things were really going well till the Irishman happened to look up.
His eyes at once caught a moving spectre of white advancing slowly
towards them.

"Holy Mary, there's a ghost," said he, crossing himself and gripping
Claud by the arm. They all looked up, and, sure enough, there was
something white and weird moving slowly acr