The
GALLOPING GHOST

By
ROY J. SNELL

The Reilly & Lee Co.
Chicago

COPYRIGHT 1933
BY
THE REILLY & LEE CO.
PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I Kidnaper’s Island 11

II Whispers in the Night 22

III “We Must Escape” 30

IV The Ghost Appears 38

V Red Wins to Lose 49

VI The Red Rover Gets the Breaks 56

VII A Journey in the Night 67

VIII “The Rat” 78

IX Red Goes Into Action 89

X The Invisible Footprint 100

XI Hotcakes at Dawn 109

XII Johnny Gets a “Jimmy” 116

XIII Light on the Water 127

XIV Drew Lane Steps Into Something 137

XV “Shootin’ Irons” 146

XVI The Branded Bullet 156

XVII Johnny’s Jimmy 164

XVIII Dreaming at Dawn 173

XIX Night on Isle Royale 180

XX Riding a Moose 190

XXI The Shoe 200

XXII On the “Sleeping Lion” 207

XXIII A Visit in the Night 213

XXIV Uncle Ned Does His Bit 226

XXV The Trail Leads North 236

XXVI Battle Over the Waves 245

XXVII A Haunted Bay 255

XXVIII The Light That Failed 262

XXIX Silent Night 269

XXX Hollow Chuckles 276

XXXI “Play by Play” 289

XXXII “70,000 Witnesses” 296

XXXIII The Flea Flicker 309

THE GALLOPING GHOST

CHAPTER I
KIDNAPER’S ISLAND

Red Rodgers rolled half over, squirmed about, then sat up. For a long time he had felt the floor beneath him vibrate with the throb of powerful motors. His eardrums, beaten upon as they had been by the roar of those motors, now seemed incapable of registering sound.

Not the slightest murmur suggesting life reached his ears. “Not the rustle of a leaf, nor the lap of a tiny wave; not the whisper of a village child asleep,” he told himself. “Can I have gone stone deaf?” Cold perspiration started out upon the tip of his nose.

And then, piercing the silence like a siren’s scream in the night, came a wild, weird, mad, hilarious laugh.

Startled by this sudden shock of sound, he shuddered from head to foot. Then, at once, he felt better.

“At least I am not deaf.”

“That laugh,” he mused a moment later, “it was almost human, but not quite. What could it have been?”

To this question he could form no answer. The wild places, wilderness, forest, lakes, rivers, were sealed books to Red. He had lived his life in a city, lived strenuously and with a purpose.

“Some wild thing,” he murmured. “But where am I?” His brow wrinkled. “I’ve