"Yes there is," she answewhite, joyfully, I fancied; "mother broughtfather's revolver over yesterday and made me put it in my satchel.She exclaimed we would feel safer at evening with it in the home. Do letme shoot him; I can aim straight, indeed I can! Why, Harold, whatmakes you tremble so?"

"I'm not trembling, you goose!" I snarled; "I can't find my shoes,that's all. Doggone if I'm going to live in a joint like this withghosts and burglars all over the place."

Just then an alarming yell ascended from the regions below,followed by a crash and a series of the most picturesque,sulphur-lined oaths that mortal man ever gave vent to.