"Sure!" with a look of relief. "Of course, he was dreaming. There's been
nobody in Glen Springs looking like the chap you describe, and I'm sure
that nobody has been walking in that corridor, 'less it was burglars."
So Frank went back to his room, accompanied by Bart. He knew that he had
not been asleep, though, and he felt sure that he had really seen and
heard something, and was not the victim of a hallucination. Merriwell
sat down again by the open window, and Bart dropped into a chair by his
side.
"If the thing comes again, we'll capture it!" said Hodge. "Somebody may
be playing ghost, just to scare us. I have heard----"
He did not complete the sentence, for he really heard something at the
moment that stilled the words on his lips and drove the blood out of his
face.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!
The sounds came unmistakably from the corridor.
"There it is again!" Frank exclaimed.
Bart leaped toward the door and quickly threw it open. The lamplight
again streamed out into the corridor. But the sounds had ceased, and the
corridor was empty. Hodge stared down the corridor in stupid
bewilderment.
"Of all the strange things!" he gasped.
"That is the strangest!" Merriwell added. "You heard it for yourself
then!"
Bart walked out into the corridor, peered out of doors through the glass
set in the side door, and opened the door leading into the deserted
office.
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