"You wish to speak with me, Charles, I imagine?"
"Yes, sir," replied the other, with a frown on his brow.
"Has something happened again to disturb you?" inquired Mr. Garrabrant.
"Yes, sir."
"Last night, I presume, since you would have spoken before, had it happened yesterday?" the scout master continued, quietly.
"Last night it was, sir. I saw IT again!" remarked Chatz, appearing to swallow something that was in his throat.
"Oh! you mean that mysterious white object which appeared to you on the other occasion, and seemed to assume all the characteristics of a supernatural visitor? In other words, Charles, your pet ghost?" remarked Mr. Garrabrant.
The boy flushed, but held his ground.
"Of course," he said, slowly, "I understand what a contempt you have for any such idea, sir; and indeed, I only wish it could be shown to me that this is only some natural object, and not of the other world. I'd be too glad to know it. I hate to think I'm given to such ideas, but they seem to be a part of my nature, and I can't help it, try as I may."
"Well, perhaps we may be able to assist you, Charles," returned the genial scout master, laying a hand on the lad's shoulder in a way that quite won his confidence. "Now tell me what you saw, when and where, also what it looked like."