An awful figure, of gigantic height, with ghostly white garments clinging round its headless body, and carrying under its left arm the head that should have been upon its shoulders.

On this there was neither flesh nor hair.

It seemed to be a bare skull, with fire gleaming through the hollow eye-sockets and the grinning teeth.

The right hand of the figure was outstretched as if in warning; and from the palms to the tips of the fingers was a mass of lambent flame.

When Bill saw this fearful apparition he screamed with hearty good will; but the noise he made was nothing to the yell of terror that came from beneath the shroud of the Yew-lane Ghost, who, on catching sight of the rival spectre, fled wildly up the lane, kicking the white sheet off as he went, and finally displaying, to Bill's amazement, the form and features of Bully Tom.