Even Merriwell's stout heart was
assailed by a feeling that was like superstitious dread.
"It looked just like him!"
"The very picture of him, only white-faced, as if he had just come out
of the grave!"
Tramp, tramp, tramp! sounded the steps in the corridor.
"Open the door, Merry, for God's sake!" Hodge gasped, as if the words
choked him. "See if there isn't something in the corridor! There must
be!"
Merriwell stepped to the door and flung it open. Instantly the sounds
ceased.
"Somebody is playing a joke on us, I believe!" Bart declared, and anger
came to drive out the superstitious feeling that had shaken him. "I'm
going to take a look round the house myself, and if I find anybody----"
"I'll go with you!" Merry exclaimed, and both leaped through the open
window.
They circled round the house, looked down the paths and out over the
sward on which the moonlight fell, but not a form could they see.
"Give it up!" Hodge admitted. "I don't know what to think."
They came back to the window, and again they heard the footsteps in the
corridor. Hodge went through the window at a flying leap and hurled open
the corridor door, only to again find silence and blankness.
"The place is haunted!" he exclaimed.
"But there are no such things as ghosts!"
"I know it.
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