r then you could know that it could not be nightmare."

"Then, my dear Mrs. Berners, if this was not incubus, what do you
suppose it to have been?"

"A _real_ visitation; but whether a natural or supernatural one, of
course I can not tell," she answered.

Sybil got the supper ready, and they all sat down to partake of that
meal together, for the last time in the Haunted Chapel.

After supper the final preparations for their departure were made.

Sybil felt all the reluctance of a beauty to part with her splendid
black hair. But on trying the experiment, she found that she could
effectually conceal it, without cutting it off. She combed it straight
back from her forehead, and let it hang down her shoulders under her
sack. Then she covered her head and neck with the flowing red locks of
Harold's wig.

Lyon cut close his auburn hair, shaved off his moustache, and donned a
gray wig and a gray beard, without the slightest remorse.

A very few minutes sufficed to complete their disguise, and they stood
forth--Lyon and Sybil transformed into a gray old farmer and a
shock-headed country girl.

"And now, about these housekeeping articles that we must leave here?
They are of very little value in themselves; but they _may_ be found,
and if so, may lead to our discovery," suggested Mr. Berners, uneasily.

"Never you mind _them_, Master. I'll ondertake to get them away,
onbeknowst to any body, sar," promised Joe.

"And I will see that this is done," added Captain Pendleton in a low
voice, for he did not wish to wound poor Joe's sensitive self-love.

"And now, my dear Sybil, are you sure you have got all that you need in
your bag?" inquired Mr. Berners.

"All that I shall need until we get to Norfolk, Lyon. There, indeed, we
must get a supply of necessary clothing," she answered.

"That of course. And by the way, have you the money and jewels safe?"

"All secure."

"Oh Lyon! I brought this for you, and I had better give it to you at
once, lest I should forget it," put in Captain Pendleton, passing over
to Mr. Berners a large roll of gold coins.

"But my dear Pendleton--"

"Oh, nonsense! take them. I can reimburse myself from the revenues of
Black Hall. Am I not to have the freedom of that fine estate?"

"Very true," answered Mr. Berners, pocketing the money.

"And now, are we ready?" inquired the Captain.

"Quite," answered Mr. and Mrs. Berners at once.

"Then let us start at once," advised the Captain, setti