“I’ll tackle you, too, for ghosts are more to my liking than mountain lions,” said Buffalo Bill grimly, and he rubbed his eyes to see that they were not deceiving him, and, drawing his revolver now he rushed forward to grapple with this new foe.
But then, as he felt that it was no vision of the brain, but in reality a ghostly looking form, not fifty feet from him, he halted and called out in a voice that echoed through the corridor:
“Hands up, there, or I’ll fire and kill you!”
But the order was not obeyed, the form still standing mute and motionless, and pointing as before.
Instantly came a red flash from the scout’s revolver, and a sharp report rang through the hacienda.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
HAUNTED.
Buffalo Bill at once moved rapidly toward the spot where he had seen the white form. Twice he fired his revolver as he approached to light up the scene. But he saw nothing.
The rear of the corridor had no egress, only a window some eight feet from the floor. Upon either side were doors, full a dozen feet from the end of the corridor, but one of these was closed too securely to open, and the other was the one he had entered the long hall from and led into the rooms he had selected for himself and comrades to dwell in.