“There it is! Look quick!” he whispered, pointing out of the window. “It’s no wonder that Devaux was scared to death.”
In the dim light of the stars a most grewsome apparition appeared to be executing some kind of a dance in the spot where Tom had first seen it. Not less than seven feet tall the body, which was but dimly visible, was surmounted by an immense head which stood out more distinctly than the rest of the object. It closely resembled a human skull, and the large cavities which served as eyes glowed with a bright phosphorescent light. Not for an instant was it still, and its long arms waved up and down as it danced, while every now and then it would leap several feet into the air.
“It’s a peach all right,” Bob declared, as he touched together two pieces of wire.
Instantly there was a blinding flash just back of the “ghost.”
“Come on now, make it snappy!” Bob shouted, as he sprang for the door.
Tom and Jack followed on his heels but, quick as they were, every vestige of the “ghost” had vanished by the time they were outside.
“Sure an’ what do yez know about thot?” Tom asked a moment later, as they searched in vain for tracks all about the place where the apparition had appeared.
“Well, I’ll bet we’ve got a good picture anyhow,” Bob said as he took the camera from its hiding place. “I’ll warrant his ghostship wasn’t quick enough to fool the lens.”
By this time most of the men were out in the clearing, having seen the flash. They were standing in groups talking excitedly but in low tones. Baptist met Bob as he carried the camera back to the office, where he had all arrangements made for quickly developing the plate.
“You no geet dat ghost, heh?” he asked.