You see now that you were mistaken." "Unless I am dreaming myself!" "You are perfectly wide-awake, Hodge, and so am I! There is a mystery here." "Never knew anything like it," mopping his face.

"Whew! It brings the cold sweat out on me!" He dropped down into the chair by the window, leaving the corridor door open.

Nothing further was heard.
"Ghosts don't like a bright light!" Merry reminded, smiling grimly.

Bart got up, closed the door, and sat down again.
Then his hair seemed to stand upright on his head.

Out of the shadow of the building, near one of the angles, walked the ghostly form which Merriwell had beheld.