Then wild yells of terror rent the air.
[CHAPTER VII.—ESCAPE.]
Coming through the darkness at a mad gallop was what seemed to be the gleaming skeleton of a horse. The ribs, the bones of the neck, legs and head, all showed plainly, glowing with a white light.
And on the back of the horse, which had sheered to the north and was passing the fire, sat what seemed to be the skeleton of a human being, the bones gleaming the same as those of the horse.
It was almost an astonishing and awe-inspiring spectacle, and it frightened the Indians greatly.
“Howugh—owugh—owugh!” wailed Black Feather, dismally.
Then the savages dropped on their faces, covering their eyes, so they could not see the skeleton horseman.
Almost at the same moment as the horseman was passing the spot the ghastly appearing thing seemed to give a sudden swing about and completely disappear.
“Poly hoker!” gasped Rattleton. “It’s gone!”
“That’s right!” palpitated Diamond—“vanished in a moment!”