"Is it not?" she answered quietly. "Don't look up just yet--it has disappeared--but there was the head of someone watching us just over the ledge a little above you on the right. There. Now look." Raynier could hardly repress a start, as his hand went instinctively to his pistol pocket nor did he feel any the easier because, by some inadvertence, it was empty. Then he looked up. Right over the way they were to pass was a small ledge, apparently inaccessible to mortal foot, or incapable of sustaining a single human being could such attain to it. Yet, there was the head again--huge, shaggy, menacing--staring down upon them in the gloom. Then it again disappeared. CHAPTER ELEVEN. CONCERNING THE OCCULT. "How would it be to move camp to-morrow?" Tarleton was saying. "We've been here long enough, and there's nothing to shoot, or next to nothing. What do you think, Raynier?" "No great hurry, is there? It's breezy and picturesque here, and has its advantages. What do _you_ think, Haslam?" "I'm with Tarleton," said the Forest Officer. "All our fellows are grumbling. They say it's an unlucky place." It was the evening after the somewhat eventful ride just recorded, and they were all assembled within the large tent which was used as a common dining-room. Dinner was over and cheroots were being discussed. "Yes. My Babu was telling me something of the kind only to-day," rejoined Raynier, tranquilly. "By the way, Haslam, how is it all this while we've never been through that _tangi_? You know, the one you were telling me the yarn about?" Haslam stared. "Well, you know, old chap--I--I told you the yarn, didn't I? Well, that explains it." "But you don't really mean to say you believe in such arrant tomfoolery?" "I don't know about believing in it. But--well, it's best to be on the safe side." "Goodness gracious, I should think so," struck in Mrs Tarleton. "Why, I wouldn't go into that place if anyone were to offer me a million pounds." "Well, I wish they'd offer it to me, that's all," said Raynier. "For I mean to go through it to-morrow, gratis. Who'll volunteer? What do you say, Miss Clive?" "I'll go, with pleasure," was the answer. It will be seen that these two had kept their former experience to themselves, and this they had done by mutual agreement, mainly to get some fun out of the rest of the party, and it was to this object Raynier was now leading up. The head which both had seen watching them they had since accounted for by optical delusion, even as the startling sounds had been accounted for by perfectly natural causes. Mrs Tarleton gave a cry of genuine consternation. "Hilda, you must not go," she implored. "Oh, Mr Raynier, don't take her--if only as a favour to me."