Then it seemed as if the barbs had caught in its clothing and held it there.

It struggled to free itself; and in the next minute he rushed up and clutched it fast.
"Why don't you float over the treetops ?" he panted ironically.
"Ghosts have no business getting their spirit raiment tangled up in a barbed-wire fence." It answered with a little exclamation, with a sob following close upon it.

There was a sound of tearing cloth, and he held his captive upright, and with a merciless hand turned her face so that the moonlight struck it full.

They stared at each other, breathing hard from more than the race they had run.
"Well--I'll--be--" Grant began, in blank amazement.
She wriggled her chin in his palm, trying to free herself from his pitiless staring.

Failing that, she began to sob angrily without any tears in her wide eyes.
"You--shot me, you brute!" she cried accusingly at last.