the dead of night, and find it shut off from the world by a
white shadow, and hear a low voice whisper, 'Come,' and feel yourself
drawn slowly into the shadow by invisible clammy fingers--"

"Don't," cried Miss Landbury.

"That's not nice," said Carol.

"Don't scare the girls, Barrows. Carol will sleep under the bed
to-night."

"I am with the girls myself," said Gooding. "There isn't any sense
getting yourself all worked up talking about spirits and ghosts and
things that never happened in the world."

"Oh, they didn't, didn't they? Just the same, when you reach out for a
cough-drop and get hold of a bunch of clinging fingers that aren't
yours, and are not connected with anybody that belongs there,--well, I
for one don't take any chances with ghosts."

A sudden brisk tap on the door drew a startled movement from the men
and a frightened cry from the girls. The door opened and the head
nurse stood before them.

"Ten-fifteen," she said curtly. "Please go to your cottages at once.
Mr. Duke, why don't you send your company home at ten o'clock?"

"Bad manners. Ministers need hospitality more than religion nowadays,
they tell us."

"Oh, Miss David," cried Miss Tucker, "won't you go out to my tent with
me? I feel so nervous to-night."

"What is the matter?" asked the nurse suspiciously, looking from one to
another of the flushed faces and noting the restless hands and the
fearful eyes.

"Nothing, nothing at all, but my head aches and I feel lonesome."

The nurse contracted her lips curiously. "Of course I will go," she
said.

"Let me come too," said Miss Landbury, rising with alacrity. "I have a
headache myself."

Huddled together in an anxious group they set forth, and the nurse,
like a good shepherd, led her little flock to shelter. But as she
walked back to her room, her brows were knitted curiously.

"What in the world were the silly things talking about?" she wondered.

"David Duke," Carol was informing her husband, as she stood over him,
in negligee ready to "hop in," "I shall let the light burn all night,
or I shall sleep in the cot with you. I won't run any risk of white
shadows sitting on me in the dark."

"Why, Carol--"

"Take your pick, my boy," she interrupted briskly. "The light burns,
or I sleep with you."

"This cot is hardly big enough for one," he argued. "And neither of us
can sleep with that bright light burning."

"David," she wailed, "I have looked under the bed thr