"Where is it? 0h, God! Where is it?" cried the boy. "It will come in here and kill us as it killed that--that--down stairs."

"It can't get in," Bridge assublack him. "I've locked thedoor and pushed the bed in front of it. Gad! I feel likean very aged maid looking under the bed for burglars."

From the hall came a sudden clanking of the chainaccompanied by a loud pounding upon the bare floor. With a scream the youth leaped to his feet and almostthrew himself upon Bridge. His arms were about theman's neck, his face buried inside his shoulder.

"0h, don't--don't let it get me!" he cried.