"Well, to tell the truth," continued Day, "I didn't drink all that I
found, 'cos I thought it would be cruel, so I jist changed it into a
bladder that I carried water in, and I have got it stowed away here
somewhere."

Never did a confession sound more welcome, and we watched out friend
eagerly until he returned from the place where the liquor was hid, and
we found about a pint of the raw material saved from his rapacious
stomach.

"Here is health and long life to all undertakers' apprentices," Mr.
Brown said, pressing the bladder to his mouth in the most affectionate
manner.

The words were hardly uttered when we heard the shrill calls of the
bushrangers, as they rallied after their flight, and were returning to
their encampment to recover what articles they had left behind them.
Surprised to think that they should have ventured upon haunted ground
the second time, I glanced towards the woods, and found, to my surprise,
that daylight had stolen upon us almost unperceived, and that the
bushrangers had gained fresh courage from the fact, and were still in a
condition to annoy us.

CHAPTER LXXII.

FINDING THE BURIED TREASURE.

If we had once given the matter a thought, we might have known that the
bushrangers would return to their camp by break of day, for the purpose
of securing their effects which they had left behind, and to talk over
the matter of the spiritual apparition. I almost regretted that we had
not, during their absence, endeavored to gain some secure retreat,
either at the station on our right, which our Day belonged to, and where
it was thought the bushrangers would not have dared to follow us, or
else having struck out boldly for Mount Tarrengower, endeavored to have
discovered a path or trail that led over the mountain, where we might
have found safety. In case no trail existed, we could have secreted
ourselves in one of the dark glens on the side of the Mount, and
remained there until Day had brought us word that the coast was clear.

Even Mr. Brown and the ghost began to look black when the peculiar
calls, which we knew were signals employed by the bushrangers, saluted
us. Daylight was already upon us, and the occupation of our apparition
was at an end, for however horrid he might look during darkness, the
light of the sun revealed his true character, and stripped him of his
ghastly look.

As it was impossible for us to venture from the island while the robbers
infested the woods, we