“While standing at my post I saw a white shape pass me about ten yards away!” was Harry’s startling statement. “I challenged it, but it just glided on past me. At my shots it flashed into the trees and was gone. I was unable to find any trace of it.”
“A shape, Mr. Douglas?” frowned the colonel. “What sort of a shape?”
“Well, it looked like someone in a sheet,” explained Douglas. “I couldn’t see any head on the object, and it seemed to glide along the ground!”
“Hmm, our ghost of the Ridge!” said Jim to Thompson.
“What was that, Mr. Mercer?” the colonel cried, alertly.
Jim explained the story which the farmer had told to them that afternoon. “We didn’t say anything about it, because we put it down for a lot of nonsense,” he wound up.
“I see,” replied the colonel. “Captains and lieutenants go to post Number One and look around.”
The others waited a long half-hour until the officers came back. There was no news.
“We found no traces of anything,” Senior Captain Jordan reported.
Puzzled over the events of the past two nights the colonel ordered the boys back to bed. It was a long time before a good many of them fell asleep. In their own tent the three pals talked quietly of the situation, but could not puzzle it out.