CHAPTER III
THE GHOST
You know, too, of that night. But this you do not know—that a mile out of the village I sat on a boulder in a hillside pasture and watched the flames of a terrible fire, without any knowledge of what house was burning, and that it was not until a man came along the road long after daybreak, with a shovel over his shoulder, that I had the energy to stir.
He saw me as I got up; he waved his hand.
“Bad fire,” he shouted, not recognizing me.
“Whose house?” I asked.
“Judge Colfax.”
My heart came gurgling up into my throat.
“Anybody lost in it?” I asked, trembling.