"I am an unerring shot, as you well know, Henry.

Before we move from this position we now occupy, allow me to try what virtue may be in a bullet to lay that figure low again." "He is rising!" exclaimed Henry.
Mr.Marchdale levelled the pistol--he took a sure and deliberate aim, and then, just as the figure seemed to be struggling to its feet, he fired, and, with a sudden bound, it fell again.
"You have hit it," said Henry.
"You have indeed," exclaimed the doctor.

"I think we can go now." "Hush!" said Marchdale--"Hush! Does it not seem to you that, hit it as often as you will, the moonbeams will recover it ?" "Yes--yes," said Henry, "they will--they will." "I can endure this no longer," said Mr.Chillingworth, as he sprung from the wall.

"Follow me or not, as you please, I will seek the spot where this being lies." "Oh, be not rash," cried Marchdale.

"See, it rises again, and its form looks gigantic." "I trust in Heaven and a righteous cause," said the doctor, as he drew the sword he had spoken of from the stick, and threw away the scabbard.
"Come with me if you like, or I go alone." Henry at once jumped down from the wall, and then Marchdale followed him, saying,-- "Come on; I will not shrink." They ran towards the piece of rising ground; but before they got to it, the form rose and made rapidly towards a little wood which was in the immediate neighbourhood of the hillock.
"It is conscious of being pursued," cried the doctor.