It was not in the air; it seemed to come from the ground.
Rising up, he noticed, for the first time, a few steps before him a narrow footpath leading toward the house.

He glanced down it--ha! right there was some one coming--ghostly white! Quick as thought, and as noiselessly, he lay down at full length against the cabin.

It was bold strategy, and yet, there was no denying it, little White felt that he was frightened.

"It is not a ghost," he said to himself.

"I _know_ it cannot be a ghost;" but the perspiration burst out at every pore, and the air seemed to thicken with heat.