A yell rang through the gloom, followed by the sounds of a
heavy body alternately scuffling across the floor and falling prostrate
over unseen furniture. The Baron felt for his host, and realized that
this was the escaping Gallosh.

"Tulliwuddle! Speak!" a hollow voice muttered out of the smoke.

The Baron has never ceased to exult over the hardihood he displayed in
this unnerving crisis. Rising to his feet and drawing his claymore, he
actually managed to stammer out--

"Who--who are you?"

The Being (he could now perceive dimly that it was clad in tartan)
answered in the same deep, measured voice--

"Your senses to confound and fuddle,
Behold the Wraith of Tulliwuddle!"

This was sufficiently terrifying, one would think, to excuse the Baron
for following the example of his host. But, though he found afterwards
that he must have perspired freely, he courageously stood his ground.

"Vy have you gomed here?" he demanded in a voice nearly as hollow as the
Wraith.

As solemnly as before the spirit replied--

"From Pit that's bottomless and dark--
Methinks I hear it shrieking--Hark!"

(The Baron certainly did hear a tumult that might well be termed
infernal; though whether it emanated from Mr. Gallosh, fiends, or the
piper, he could not at the moment feel certain.)

"I came o'er many leagues of heather
To carry back the answer whether
The noble chieftain of my clan
Conducts him like a gentleman."

After this warning, to put the third question required an effort of the
most supreme resolution. The Baron was equal to it, however.

"Vat instroction do you give me?" he managed to utter.

In the gravest accents the Wraith chanted--

"Hang ever kilt above the knee,
With Usquebaugh be not too free,
When toasts and sic'like games be mooted
See that your dram be well diluted;
And oh, if you'd escape from Hades,
Lord Tulliwuddle, 'ware the ladies!"

The spirit vanished as magically as he had appeared, and with this
solemn warning ringing in his ears, the Baron found himself in inky
darkness again. This time he did not hesitate to grope madly for the
door, but hardly had he reached it, when, with a fresh sensation of
horror, he stumbled upon a writhing form that seemed to be pawing the
panels. He was, fortunately; as quickly reassured by hearing th