excitement not one of them stopped to catch up the map. They moved closer together, Tom clutching Nicky’s arm and staring wide-eyed at the door. Into their midst scampered the ten-year-old colored boy of the morning experience. His face was ashy colored under his dusky skin, and his eyes rolled wildly. “Masters—masters!” he panted. “Save me—” He lifted a finger, and pointed it shakingly toward the doorway. They all stared in that direction, and even Cliff felt the hair prickling on his head.“There—there! It’s chased me—it’s coming—” the boy gasped. Clarence Neale leaped past the frightened child, and on a sudden impulse Nicky, feeling a strange hunch, swung part way around toward the table. He meant to reach for the map, forgotten in the instant of excitement. In his turn he gave a gasping cry. Their map was gone! CHAPTER V "NOTHING SHALL STOP US!" Nicky wasted no time going around through the door. He scrambled to the windowsill and leaped out into the darkness. Springing clear of the bushes which were planted close to the house, he landed on his feet and looked hurriedly about him. Nothing was to be seen! As soon as his eyes became used to the dark he strained them in every direction. But there was nothing to reward his eager eyes. Finally, after poking around in the brush just beyond the clearing in which the house stood, he returned to his friends. The colored boy was recovering slowly from the effects of his terror. Tom, too, had regained some of his usual steadiness, though he seemed to be much more excited than either of his chums. The older men had discovered the absence of the map but had thought that Nicky took it. “No!” he panted, still laboring under his excitement and his exertions in running from one dump of brush to another, “it was gone when I looked around before I jumped through the window.” “But where did it go?” demanded Cliff. “That’s the puzzle,” replied Clarence Neale. “De ghos’ done taken it!” gasped the small colored boy. “Nothing of the sort! There aren’t any ghosts!” declared Mr. Gray.