The matter even spread to the Milton papers, and that afternoon there was a half-column article in the Milton Record, telling of the encounter on Queen's field between Frank Armstrong and the ghost which had been haunting the place for some time. Frank was given great credit for having the bravery to follow the thing, whatever it might be.
Of course, that was enough to set the whole school by the ears, and every night there were watching parties, but the ghost did not make its appearance again, at least while the watchers were around. And gradually the excitement about it died away. The officers of the school did not take much stock in the stories, believing, they said, that it was probably the beam from some searchlight which reflected from some window on the yard, and played fantastic tricks on the eyes of the beholders. Frank and Jimmy and the ones who had seen it the most frequently knew it was not a mere shadow, but there was nothing to do about it but to wait.
"I'm going to get it yet," Frank said to David. "Ghost or no ghost, I'm going to chase it down."
"It may never appear again," said David.
"I think it will. We haven't seen the last of it."
Gleason, who was at his desk, was listening to the conversation. "What do you think about it, Gleason?" asked Frank.
"Oh, I'm not much of a judge of such things, but I suppose it will show its nose some time again and scare us all out of our boots when we least expect it. I wouldn't wonder if we had an appearance soon, it's about time."
"What makes you think so?"
"Oh, I don't know, I just feel that way."