He will be more cautious in future, I take it." "I wonder if he will try again ?" "Don't know," said Troubridge; "he might: not to-night, however." They went in and lay down again, and Troubridge was soon asleep; and very soon that sleep was disturbed by dreadful dreams.

At one time he thought he was riding madly through the bush for his bare life; spurring on a tired horse, which was failing every moment more and more.

But always through the tree-stems on his right he saw glancing, a ghost on a white horse, which kept pace with him, do what he would.

Now he was among the precipices on the ranges.

On his left, a lofty inaccessible cliff; on the right, a frightful blue abyss; while the slaty soil kept sliding from beneath his horse's feet.