Napoleon began to complain of thefts, but when the various black servants were questioned they all said that the thief must be a ghostly white figure that they saw skipping around the valley from rock to rock. That they believed what they said was shown by the alarm they showed, for none of them would go out alone by night.
"I believe that it really and truly is old Huff's ghost," insisted Betsy.
"You can't believe such a foolish thing; indeed, I should think you would know better after what happened the other evening, when you allowed yourself to be terrified by a little black girl," said her mother reprovingly. She added, "You look pale, Betsy. What is the trouble?"
"I can't help it. I may be foolish," responded poor Betsy, "but for nights and nights I have been afraid to close my eyes."
"All on account of the ghost," thought Mrs. Balcombe, wishing that Betsy were less nervous.
Mr. Balcombe and some friends now undertook to catch the thief, feeling sure that he would prove to be a substantial individual.
