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36 THE MAID OF THE MOUNTAIN. ; part way up, but, hearing that sound, he leaped down and scuttled away a convenient distance from the rocks. EA SGadeapie tthe cote.» “ What was that ?” “ Search, men, search !” cried Elliot, cheerfully. “ The fe}- low is concealed somewhere near at hand.” : “Til swear that laugh came from under my feet,” said one of the men. — “ All imagination, Taylor. Look sharp. We shall have him bolting out pretty soon.” Ther dang® ayes: nepeated,-Boubding more. dismal. than ever. the men descended the rocks willingly enough, for their in- vestigations had been ateompanied by groans and laughter throughout. Like all buck woodsmen, they were superstitious. They had heard the wild Indian legends, and believed them. Certainly, what they had heat and seen was enough to puz- zie minds more evenly balanced than'their own. They went back to the camp, and the Ssptstn! sd Elliot remsihed:mear _the rocks. Josh Simpkins lingered not far away. “ How do you explain this ?” said Elliot. “ Now look you, ‘Tommy Elliot,” said Lane, solemnly, “ I have been bred to despise all these late ‘spiritual manifestations ; but, I give you my word, that I begin to feel that spirits of the dead hover hereabouta. A voice is heard -* So be I,” said Josh. “ Dew yew think it’s a ghost ?* “6 You ought to'make s trade'with: it,” said the captain. —aethian Gosh! “Dias it Se a groan! JI thought my time hadeome.” fede The same voice informed we that we shoul a have our’throats:cut before : “ Oh; git eout ; foolin’, ain't yew?” + » *Novat all; ?’'m inno humor for fooling. If you don’t ‘believe me, go close to the rock and ask the nt ar pe eS ao NY sure to answer.” . Josh-approached the spot with hesitating steps, evidently cConicbookszcom