It is well known that
these places are generally guarded by some covetous demon, who, though
unable to apply the treasures to their proper use, yet strives to hinder
any one else from gaining possession.
Gregory had once encountered it unexpectedly, face to face, but he did
not then follow--surprise and timidity preventing him. He, however,
resolved that, should another opportunity occur, he would track the
spectre to its haunt, and by that means find out the opening and
situation of the mine.
He now crept slowly towards the crag, behind which the figure had
retired. Looking cautiously round the point, he again saw the dim
spectral form only a few yards distant. Suddenly he heard a low whistle,
and the next moment the mysterious figure had disappeared--not a vestige
could be traced. He thrust his huge head between the boughs for a more
uninterrupted survey, but nothing was seen, save the bare escarpment of
the rock, and the low bushes, behind which the phantom had, a moment
before, been visible. Though somewhat daunted, he crept closer to the
spot, but darkness was fast closing around him, and the search was
fruitless.
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