repared the breakfast.

When the sun arose and streamed in at the east windows, lighting up
every nook about the interior of the old chapel, they saw that
everything remained in the same condition in which they had left it when
they had gone to rest on the evening previous.

Lyon Berners felt more than ever convinced that his dear Sybil had been
the victim of repeated nightmares; that all the seemingly supernatural
phenomena of the Haunted Chapel had been only the creation of her own
morbid imagination; that nothing connected with the mystery had been
real, with the exception of the appearance of the girl in the red cloak,
whom Mr. Berners decided to be an ordinary human habitue of the place.

But the idea of this visitor made him only the more anxious for Sybil's
sake, to get away.

This last day of their sojourn in the Haunted Chapel was passed by the
refugees in great impatience, but without any event worth recording.

With the night came their untiring friend Captain Pendleton, attended by
Joe, who bore upon his broad back a large pack containing the disguises.

After the usual greetings, and while Sybil, with a woman's curiosity,
was examining the contents of the pack which Joe opened and displayed
before her, Pendleton found an opportunity of whispering to Lyon
Berners:

"The false rumor is as rife as false rumors usually are. Every one
reports with confidence, and every one else believes with assurance,
that you are both in Annapolis, and will certainly be found by the
officers within a few days. This is good, as it will lead off all
pursuit from your road to Norfolk."

Lyon Berners nodded in reply. And Sybil came up to make some
preparations for supper.

"Well, Mrs. Berners," spoke the Captain, gayly, "any more supernatural
phenomena?"

"Oh, I wish you had not asked that question!" exclaimed Lyon Berners,
while Sybil grew deadly pale, and shivered from head to foot.

"Why, what's the matter now?" demanded the Captain, lifting his eyebrows
in surprise.

"Oh, the damp girl!" exclaimed Sybil, shuddering.

"The damp girl!" echoed the Captain, in growing wonder.

Lyon Berners shrugged his shoulders, while Sybil, in agitated tones,
recounted her strange visitation of the night before.

"As clearly defined a case of incubus as ever I heard in my life," was
the prompt decision of Captain Pendleton.

Sybil grew angry.

"I only wish," she sharply answered, "that you would once experience the
like, fo