We had all moved out into the moonlight, and there was Champion
Harrison with a big bundle on his arm,--and such a look of amazement
upon his face as would have brought a smile back on to mine had my
heart not still been cramped with fear.

"We're exploring," said Jim.

"Exploring, are you? Well, I don't think you were meant to be
Captain Cooks, either of you, for I never saw such a pair of peeled-
turnip faces. Why, Jim, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, uncle. I never was afraid; but spirits are new to
me, and--"

"Spirits?"

"I've been in Cliffe Royal, and we've seen the ghost."

The Champion gave a whistle.

"That's the game, is it?" said he. "Did you have speech with it?"

"It vanished first."

The Champion whistled once more.

"I've heard there is something of the sort up yonder," said he; "but
it's not a thing as I would advise you to meddle with. There's
enough trouble with the folk of this world, Boy Jim, without going
out of your way to mix up with those of another. As to young Master