"I might be, Merry, if there were any. But I've been thinking as I sat
here. I know I saw something, and that something was a man. He didn't
look so strong but that I could tumble him over easy enough. That was my
plan, and then we could see who it is. It couldn't have been Barney, for
all it looked so much like him."
As he spoke, he saw the ghostly figure again, but much farther away. Its
face was turned toward the window, and the moonlight revealed it
plainly. Beyond all question, it was the face of Barney Mulloy!
Bart went through the open window at a bound.
"Barney!" he called. "Barney Mulloy!"
The mysterious figure drew quickly back into the shrubbery and
disappeared. Merriwell sprang through the open window after Hodge, and
together they raced to the point where the figure had been seen. When
they got there they could discover nothing.
"That was Barney Mulloy!" Merriwell asserted.
"Sure!"
"And he isn't dead!"
"Barney or his spirit!"
"It was Barney."
"Why didn't he stop when I called to him?"
"I don't know. There is a mystery here."
"Biggest one I ever struck, Merry! It knocks me silly."
CHAPTER XXVII.
MERRIWELL'S FRIENDS.
The time was well on toward morning before Merriwell and Hodge turned in
to try to get some sleep.
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