Why should a ghost need an earthly thing like a bracelet?? muttered Faster Fenay frowning; but then ?Ttock!

Sweat glistened on his forehead, for he caught sight of the very tall figure moving away from the tower, ready to walk off across the deserted wasteland.

?What can it be? I never believed in ghosts. But this ? this ? is uncanny! A shining white figure ? all ribs and arteries and bones and what not! No skin at all ? this ? this isn?t human! Still, Ketanbhai, we must hurry and chase it. Come on!?

He picked up the torch and raced to the door. On the way he stumbled over the stick which Ketan had laid by his bed. He snatched it up too, and flashing the torch, started running down the spiral stairs.

Ketan, who was himself perspiring, felt ashamed that a smaller boy should be taking the lead. Shouting, ?Come on!? to Pravin, he ran to the door.

But when they reached the open ground beyond the wall, the ghost and Faster Fenay were already some distance away. It wasn?t easy to run over uneven ground in the moonlight. Pravin took a tumble, and Ketan lost valuable time hauling him up.

The tall white figure had very long legs and was making great strides across the land. But it wasn?t walking straight. Faster Fenay felt that it wasn?t making much progress, not perhaps, too confident of itself. Was it stumbling! It certainly looked more awkward than a ghost had any right to. It reminded him of something but there was no time to think.

Mini marathon runner that he was, Faster Fenay was quickly narrowing the distance between them. ?Ghost or no ghost, this wretched thing must be stopped,? he panted as he got within striking distance of the flapping white legs.

?Take that!? he cried and swung his stick and hit the fantastic leg with all the strength at his command ? which wasn?t much as you very well know!

The result, though was amazing! The legs of the ghost collapsed under him and the whole twenty-foot giant toppled to the ground.

To be continued