“Ha! ha! ha!” shouted the voice again.
He then seized his revolver and turned quickly to the window whence the voice seemed to come.
“Ha! ha! ha!” it shrieked a third time, as Alexander caught a glimpse of a ghastly, grinning face that showed itself for an instant at the window, and he levelled his pistol. But as he fired it, it dropped and disappeared.
“Stay here while I search the grounds,” whispered Mr. Lyon to his panic-stricken companion.
And revolver still in hand, he ran out of the house.
Drusilla sat with her hands clasped tightly together, her face white as a sheet and her heart half paralyzed with fright. She had not long to wait. A pistol shot, followed by another and another in quick succession, startled her. With a wild cry she sprang to her feet and rushed out to the help of her husband.
CHAPTER XXX.
BREAKING.
They’d met e’er yet the world had come,
To wither up the springs of truth;
Amid the holy joys of home,