THE HAUNTED FOREST As the two boys sat before their camp fire that night, after making their plan, they were far from feeling gloomy.

Another revulsion had come.

Safe, for the moment, after their recent run for life, it seemed to them that they were safe for all time.

They were rested, they had eaten good food in plenty, and the fire was long since but a dim red blur on the horizon.

Ashes, picked up by wandering puffs of wind, still floated here and there among the burned tree trunks, and now and then a shower of sparks burst forth, as a bough into which the flames had eaten deep, broke and fell to the ground; but fear had gone from the lads, and, in its place, came a deep content.