MR.

PRENTER INVESTIGATES Tom suddenly felt dizzy.

He wished to race back, to be the first to greet his chum and press his hand.

But just then Reade felt strangely bewildered.
"Of course I don't believe in ghosts!" Tom laughed nervously.
"No!" chuckled Mr.Prenter.

"This is real flesh and blood that is coming toward us." Now, for the first time, Tom Reade knew just how fully he had believed, in the inner temple of his soul, that Harry Hazelton had been actually killed.
"Pulling my work to pieces, are you, Tom ?" Harry called jovially.
"P---p---pardon me for not coming to meet you, old fellow, b---b----but I'm dumbfounded at seeing you," Tom called back.
Harry, too, looked rather unsteady in his gait by the time he joined them.
The last few yards he tried to run along the wall.