"What is
it, Tom?"
"The phantom," was the quiet answer. "Watch it, and see what it
does."
By this time Mr. Jenks and Mr. Parker had joined Tom and Mr.
Damon. The four diamond seekers stood gazing at the apparition.
And, as they looked, the thing in white, seemingly too tall for
any human being, slid slowly forward, with a gliding motion. Then
it raised its long, white arms, and waved them threateningly at
the adventurers.
"It's motioning us to go back," said Mr. Parker in an awed
whisper. "It doesn't want us to go any farther."
"Very likely," agreed Tom, coolly. "But we're not going to be
frightened by anything like that; are we?"
"Not much!" exclaimed Mr. Jenks. "I expected this. A ghost
can't drive me back from getting my rights from those scoundrels!"
"Suppose it uses a revolver to back up its demand?" asked the
scientist.
"Wait until it does," answered Mr. Jenks. But the figure in
white evidently had no such intentions. It came on a little
distance farther, still waving the long arms threateningly, and
then it suddenly disappeared, seeming to dissolve in the misty
shadows of the night.
"Bless my suspenders!" cried Mr. Damon. "That's a very
strange proceeding! Very strange! What do you make of it, Tom?"
"It is evidently some man dressed up in a sheet," declared Mr.
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