He had been tripped up when there was no one near him; his hat had been knocked off his head by invisible hands, and he had seen horrid great things with eyes of fire staring at him from fence-corners, until he had become fully satisfied that the General's lane was haunted, and he would go a mile around through the fields before he would pass through it after nightfall.

Here was another opportunity to frighten him, and Don knew just how to do it.

Before he went to sleep that night, he had thought of something that beat all the other tricks he had heard of far out of sight..