ed roof far above our heads. For a moment we stood blinking our eyes
scarcely able to see, so sudden was the change from the semi-darkness of
our four flickering candles. Then Terry stepped forward.

"Show me where you found the body and point out the spot where the
struggle took place."

He spoke in quick, eager tones, so excited that he almost stuttered. It
was not necessary for him to act the part of detective any longer. He
had forgotten that he ever was a reporter--he had forgotten almost that
he was a human being.

From where we stood we pointed out the place above the pool where the
struggle had occurred, the spot under the cliff where the body had lain,
and the jagged piece of rock on which we had found the coat. Moser even
laid down upon the ground and spread out his arms in the position in
which we had discovered the Colonel's body.

"Very well, I see," said Terry. "Now the rest of you stay back there on
the boards; I don't want you to make a mark."

He stepped forward carefully to the edge of the water and bent over to
examine the soft, yellow clay which formed the border of the pool on the
lower side. Instantly he straightened up with a sharp exclamation of
surprise.

"Did any negroes come in with you to recover the body?" he asked.

"No," returned the sheriff, "as old man Tompkins said, you couldn't hire
a nigger to stick his head in here after the Colonel was found. They
say they can hear something wailing around the pool and they think his
ghost is haunting it."

"They can hear something wailing, can they?" Terry repeated queerly.
"Well I begin to believe they can! What is the meaning of this?" he
demanded, facing around at us. "How do you account for these peculiar
foot-prints?"

"What prints?" I asked as we all pressed forward.

At the moment the calcium light with a final flare, died out, and we
were left again in the flickering candle light which seemed darkness to
us now.

"Quick, touch off another calcium!" said Terry, with suppressed
impatience. He laid a hand on my shoulder and my arm ached from the
tightness of his grip. "There," he said pointing with his finger as the
light flared up again. "What do you make of those?"

I bent over and plainly traced the prints of bare feet, going and coming
and over-lapping one another, just as an animal would make in pacing a
cage. I shivered slightly. It was a terribly uncanny sight.

"Well?" said Terry sharply. The place was beginning to get