“For a long time we crouched silently behind our chairs, and then—then we heard the latch of the door click! We knew it was securely locked, but our hair rose on our heads as we heard it open and close again. Then footsteps——”
“Hollow footsteps!” interrupted Harry.
“Yes, hollow footsteps——”
“And clanking chains,” put in Harry, again.
“Look here, who’s telling this?” demanded Hal. “Well, hollow footsteps and clanking chains resounded on our ears, as we heard the ghost glide the full length of that long room!
“Half scared to death, we peeped out from behind our chairs, but could see nothing, though we all heard the footsteps.
“Then, though it didn’t move, we heard the door open into the room where Phil was, and close again.
“We trembled and turned cold with a mysterious horror, when suddenly an awful shriek broke the silence!”
There was a breathless pause, and then Betty exclaimed: “Oh, what was it?”
“I can’t tell you,” said Hal; “my fagot has burned out!”