They were not deceived.

Slowly and sadly, as if reluctantly, the Ghost rose up from behind the tomb, and confronted our friends. An expression of outraged dignity added no little to the majesty of his appearance, as he gently but firmly remonstrated with the disturbers of his peace.

Bart was frightened; but Hans, to whom the sight of his enemy seemed to give new life, demanded of the Ghost his instant cure in return for the restoration of the tomb to its pristine condition.

The Ghost hesitated; and Bart, recovering his courage, determined to bring matters to a crisis. Seizing a leg of the deceased porker, he hurled it with all the force he could command at the head of the Ghost. It hit him in the mouth, and broke two of his front teeth short off.

The Ghost yelled a short sharp yell-not unlike the bark of a dog.

Hans tremblingly awaited the result of this temerity; but Bart had not yet finished. Seizing a calabash of holy-water which he had deposited in readiness prior to commencing operations, he dashed its contents over the outraged Ghost.

Oh, then, wasn't there a fizzing and a spluttering, and a cursing! The Ghost howled and danced about as if possessed, while Bart fairly rolled on the ground in fits of laughter at his contortions.

But now a terrible thing happened. From every tomb around there rose up the ghost of a departed Hebrew. The celebrated ghost-scene in "Robert the Devil" was a fool to it. Huddling around their offended brother, the ghosts jibbered and gnashed their fleshless jaws together till it seemed as if they were bent on smashing every tooth left them.

Hans curled up in deadly terror at the bottom of the litter, but the undaunted Bart boldly confronted them. At the outset he had, it is true, for a moment, given way; but his spirit rose as the peril approached, and he reflected that he was a Christian knight-and, as such (in his opinion), able for a thousand Jews, dead or alive.