From around the tomb hastened Mr. Bangs.
“Will you gentlemen be good enough to—to stop that hat for me?” he asked, anxiously.
The light keeper and his companion started at the apparition in speechless astonishment.
“It's—it's my hat,” explained Galusha. “If you will be kind enough to pick it up before—Oh, DEAR me! There it GOES! Stop it, stop it!”
Another gust had set the hat rolling again. Captain Jethro made a grab at it but his attempt only lifted it higher into the air, where the wind caught it underneath and sent it soaring.
“Oh, dear!” piped the exasperated Galusha, and ran after it.
“Who in tunket IS he?” demanded Jethro.
Mr. Pulcifer gazed at the thin little figure hopping after the hat. The light of recognition dawned in his face.
“I know who he is!” he exclaimed. “I fetched him over t'other night in my car. But what in blazes is he doin' here NOW?... Hi, look out, Mister! Don't let it blow that way. If you do you'll—Head it OFF!”
The hat was following an air line due east. Galusha was following a terrestrial route in the same direction. Now Raish followed Galusha and after him rolled Captain Jethro Hallett. As they say in hunting stories, the chase was on.