Black Spirits and White: A Book of Ghost Stories

Excerpt: ... implored him to come to me. "You have got a bad nightmare; wake up " But something in my voice roused him at last, and he came chuckling across the room, stopping to throw open two of the great shutters and let a burst of white light into the room. He climbed up on the bed and peered over jeeringly. With the first glance the laugh died, and he leaped the bed and bent over me. "My God, man, what is the matter with you? You are hurt " 76 "I don't know what is the matter; lift me up, get me away from here, and I'll tell you all I know." "But, old chap, you must be hurt awfully; the floor is covered with blood " He lifted my head and held me in his powerful arms. I looked down: a great red stain blotted the floor beside me. But, apart from the black bruise on my head, there was no sign of a wound on my body, nor stain of blood on my lips. In as few words as possible I told him the whole story. "Let's get out of this," he said when I had finished; "this is no place for us. Brigands I can stand, but