His head is tied up." "But what makes the--him sneak along in that way ?" Rattleton gasped.
"Whee-giz, it makes my blood run cold! Ugh!" "Just keep still, and we shall soon find out!" Frank sharply commanded, in a whisper.
The ghostly figure came slowly up the walk.

Nearer and nearer it drew, walking as if it did not fear discovery at that late hour.
"There is another!" Rattleton whispered.
The figure of a woman came into view, hurrying rapidly along the path after Mulloy, and seeming to be in pursuit of him, though he appeared not to know it.
"Now!" Merry whispered.

"Ready, Hodge--now!" He leaped through the window, with Bart at his side.

The ghostly figure was but a few yards away.

Before it could turn in the direction of the sound they were half-way across the intervening space.
"Barney! Mulloy!" Frank called.
The figure uttered a cry, and started to run.