running back to us holding his hands behind him.

"It's just as I suspected," he said, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Colonel Gaylord had an enemy he did not know."

"What do you mean?" we asked, crowding around.

"Here's the proof," and he held out towards us a well gnawed ham bone in
one hand and a cheese rind in the other. "These were the provisions
intended for the church social; the pies, I fancy, have disappeared."

We stared at him a moment in silent wonder. The sheriff was the first to
assert himself.

"What have these to do with the crime?" he asked, viewing the trophies
with an air of disgust.

"Everything. The man who stole those is the man who robbed the safe and
who murdered Colonel Gaylord."

The sheriff uttered a low laugh of incredulity, and the guide and I
stared open-mouthed.

"And what's more, I will tell you what he looks like. He is a large,
very black negro something over six feet tall. When last seen, he was
dressed in a blue and white checked blouse and ragged overalls. His
shoes were much the worse for wear, and have since been thrown away. He
was bare-footed at the time he committed the crime. In short," Terry
added, "he is the chicken thief whom Colonel Gaylord whipped a couple of
days before he died," and he briefly repeated the incident I had told
him.

"You mean," I asked, "that he was the ha'nt?"

"Yes," said Terry, "he was the second ha'nt. He has been hiding for two
or three weeks in the spring-hole at Four-Pools, keeping hidden during
the day and coming out at night to prowl around and steal whatever he
could lay his hands on. He doubtless deserved punishment, but that fact
would not make him the less bitter over the Colonel's beating. When I
heard that story, I said to myself, 'there is a man who would be ready
for revenge if chance put the opportunity in his way.'"

"But," I expostulated, "how did he happen to be in the cave?"

"As to that I cannot say. After the Colonel's beating he probably did
not dare to hang about Four-Pools any longer. He took to the woods and
came in this direction; being engaged in petty thieving about the
neighborhood, it was necessary to find a hiding place during the daytime
and the cave was his most natural refuge. We know that he is not afraid
of the dark--the spring-hole at Four-Pools is about as dismal a place as
a man could find. He established himself in this passage in order to be
near the water. See, here in the corner are drops of