There was nothing to be seen. When he came back, his face was
beaded with moisture.
"Merry, I wish you'd tell me the meaning of that!"
"I wish you would tell me, Bart! You thought I was dreaming, or fancied
that I saw and heard something. You see now that you were mistaken."
"Unless I am dreaming myself!"
"You are perfectly wide-awake, Hodge, and so am I! There is a mystery
here."
"Never knew anything like it," mopping his face. "Whew! It brings the
cold sweat out on me!"
He dropped down into the chair by the window, leaving the corridor door
open. Nothing further was heard.
"Ghosts don't like a bright light!" Merry reminded, smiling grimly. Bart
got up, closed the door, and sat down again.
Then his hair seemed to stand upright on his head. Out of the shadow of
the building, near one of the angles, walked the ghostly form which
Merriwell had beheld. Hodge was unable to speak at first. Merry noticed
his manner and the look in his staring eyes, and sprang to the window.
As he did so, the ghostly form vanished into the shadow, and again those
steps were heard in the corridor.
"If Barney is dead, that was his spirit, sure enough!" Hodge whispered,
in an awed way.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!
The steps echoed in the corridor.
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