The
children stopped and stood almost motionless.
"What can it be, Hubert?" whispered Hulda.
"I don't know," said he. "It may be a man, but he could not walk where
there are no floors. I'm afraid it's a ghost."
"Would a ghost have to carry a light to see by?" asked Hulda.
"I don't know," said Hubert, trembling in both his knees, "but I think
he is coming out."
It did seem as if the individual with the light was about to leave the
castle. At one moment he would be seen near one of the lower windows,
and then he would pass along on the outside of the walls, and directly
Hubert and Hulda both made up their minds that he was coming down the
hill.
"Had we better run?" said Hulda.
"No," replied her brother. "Let's hide in the bushes."
So they hid.
In a few minutes Hubert grasped his sister by the shoulder. He was
trembling so much that the bushes shook as if there was a wind.
"Hulda!" he whispered, "he's walking along the brook, right on top of
the water!"
"Is he coming this way?" said Hulda, who had wrapped her head in her
apron.
"Right straight!" cried Hubert. "Give me your hand, Hulda!" And,
without another word, the boy and girl burst out of the bushes and ran
away like rabbits.
Pages:
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279