Cautiously opening the kitchen door, he thrust out his head, and then nearly fell backward in his haste to draw it in again and slam the door.

One glimpse of the ghost in the barnyard was quite enough for Henri.
Altogether the performance probably did not last longer than a minute, but each of the sixty seconds seemed endless to Brossard.

With a final die-away moan Joyce glided towards the gate, delighted beyond measure with her success; but her delight did not last long.

Just as she turned the corner of the house, some one standing in the shadow of it clutched her.

A strong arm was thrown around her, and a firm hand snatched the lantern, and tore the sheet away from her face.
[Illustration: "BROSSARD, BEWARE! BEWARE!"] It was Joyce's turn to be terrified.