Of course, there can't be--that's what I have always
believed. I have always fancied that stories of ghosts were lies and
foolishness, and I'm not ready to back water on that belief. But I can't
understand this business."
"Nor I."
"Shall we call the landlord again?"
"What good will it do?"
"Shall we wake Inza?"
"And rob her of her rest and fill her with anxiety? No, let her sleep.
She needs it."
"Well, I shall not be able to sleep any more to-night."
"And it looked just like Barney!" Frank declared.
"His very image!"
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE PHANTOM AGAIN.
Both Merriwell and Hodge were so sure they had seen something that they
again let themselves out through the window and made a search of the
grounds. The result was the same. Not a moving form was to be seen. But
as they returned toward the room, they once more heard those mysterious
footsteps.
"Stop!"
Frank laid a hand on Bart's arm, and both stood still and listened.
"Where does that seem to be?"
"Merry, that's coming from your room! The thing is in your room!"
Hodge's voice shook, in spite of himself.
Frank dashed toward the open window. But before he could reach it, the
sounds ceased. When he looked in, the room was empty. The light was
shining, and the door leading to the corridor was closed.
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