After
that he crawled out, and found the mutineers had marched for Delhi.
He went through a lot, but at last joined us before that city. We
often talked over our dreams together, and there was no question
that we owed our lives to them. Even then we did not talk much to
other people about them, for there would have been a lot of talk,
and inquiry, and questions, and you know fellows hate that sort of
thing. So we held our tongues. Poor Charley's silence was sealed
a year later at Lucknow, for on the advance with Lord Clyde he was
killed.
"And now, boys and girls, you must run off to bed. Five minutes
more and it will be Christmas Day.
"So you see, Frank, that although I don't believe in ghosts, I have
yet met with a circumstance which I cannot account for."
"It is very curious anyhow, uncle, and beats ghost stories into
fits."
"I like it better, certainly," one of the girls said, "for we can
go to bed without being afraid of dreaming about it."
"Well, you must not talk any more now. Off to bed, off to bed,"
Colonel Harley said, "or I shall get into terrible disgrace with
your fathers and mothers, who have been looking very gravely at me
for the last three quarters of an hour."
WHITE FACED DICK: A STORY OF PINE TREE GULCH
How Pine Tree Gulch got its name no one knew, for in the early
days every ravine and hillside was thickly covered with pines.
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