The Blue Ghost Mystery: A Rick Brant Science-Adventure Story. Goodwin Harold Leland

to keep the Union from crossing. Finally, Captain Costin crossed, but the creek was red with blood, the story goes."

      "A real gory legend," Scotty murmured.

      Both Jan and Barby glared at him. "Sorry," he muttered contritely.

      "It's a very romantic story," Barby said tartly.

      Rick and the Millers suppressed smiles.

      "Anyway," Jan went on, "the creek has been known as Costin's Creek ever since. Well, Captain Costin quartered his men in the town. You know how it was. He stayed at the home of Squire Lansdale, who was by then a Confederate general. The squire had a daughter, whose name was Ellen, and she was perfectly beautiful. The squire also had two sons, who were a little too young for joining the Army, but not too young to cause trouble."

      Rick could see where the story led. He asked, "Was Captain Costin a handsome young man, by any chance?"

      "He most certainly was," Jan said emphatically. "He was terribly romantic. Wait until you see him."

      Rick could hardly wait, but he didn't comment.

      "Of course the captain and Ellen fell in love."

      Rick could imagine.

      "But along came Jeb Stuart's whole cavalry and they pushed Captain Costin's squadron all the way back to Manassas, and then they occupied the area. But Captain Costin couldn't stand not seeing his Ellen, so he somehow got a message to her, to meet him at the mine."

      It was the first Rick had heard of a mine. He asked, "Can I ask a question? Where is this mine and what kind is it?"

      "The mine is right across the creek, just beyond the bridge," Jan explained. "We could see it from here if the trees weren't there. Anyway, it's where the town picnic ground is located now, on our property, partly. It used to be a lead mine, and during the Civil War a lot of Southern bullets came from there."

      From Jan's tone of voice, Rick suspected that her sympathies were with the lost Southern cause, which was natural enough, since her ancestry was pure Virginian for several generations.

      "The mine wasn't worked on Sunday, in those days, and Captain Costin asked Ellen to meet him on a Sunday night at nine o'clock. Well, the Lansdale boys somehow found out where their sister was going, and they went, too. And they shot down Captain Costin in cold blood, right at the mine entrance. Just when he was holding out his arms to greet his sweetheart!"

      Jan obviously didn't like this part of the legend, Rick thought.

      "So that's how the ghost began," Jan concluded. "After making his way through practically the whole Confederate cavalry, he was shot down at our mine before he could even say hello to her! No wonder he haunts the place!"

      "How about all the soldiers killed in the fighting?" Scotty asked, straight-faced. "Don't they haunt the place, too?"

      "We've heard that some people have seen more than one ghost," Jan said, "but we don't credit secondhand stories much. We only saw the captain."

      Rick must have looked pretty incredulous, he suspected, because Barby gave him an accusing glance and stated flatly, "And we did see the captain, Rick Brant! Didn't we?"

      The Millers all nodded. "Tell them," Mrs. Miller suggested.

      Barby picked up the tale. "We were all invited to a cook-out the other night. It was given by the Lansdale Garden Club and Mrs. Miller is a member. I guess it's planned long in advance, so they couldn't call it off or go somewhere else, so it was held. There must have been at least fifty people there."

      Rick made a mental note to ask for elaboration of Barby's statement about canceling the event or holding it somewhere else.

      "The barbecue pits are close to the old mine entrance, where the ghost always appears because that's where the captain was shot. Anyway, everything went well until nearly nine, and that was when we all began to get nervous."

      Shot at nine, reappears at nine, Rick guessed. Strange ghost. Usually apparitions are supposed to appear at midnight.

      "I didn't really expect anything," Barby went on, "because who believes in ghosts anyway?" She shuddered. "At least I didn't then. But at nine someone let out a scream, and we looked, and there was a white mist rising above the mine, and then the Blue Ghost appeared right in the mist, and it was awful." She ran out of breath and paused.

      "It really was," Mrs. Miller said quietly. "Go on, Barby."

      "Well, the ghost was a handsome young officer in a blue uniform, the Civil War kind. And he held out his hands, and he looked so … so appealing. And then he suddenly put his hands on his chest, and when he pulled them away they were all … all bloody."

      Barby gulped. Rick shot a quick glance at the Millers. They were nodding. So all had seen the same thing, then.

      "Anyway, he faded away then, and only the white mist was left. But honestly, it was … well, it was so real! And the whole thing was blue, sort of, except for the … the blood. That was red." Barby finished whitely, "It kind of broke up the picnic."

      Rick could imagine. Great galloping ghouls! What had happened? He couldn't believe the ghost was real, but Barby and the Millers were obviously convinced.

      "Incredible," Scotty muttered. "That's some yarn!"

      Rick agreed. "I want to see this Blue Ghost," he stated.

      Dr. Miller smiled. "You both look rather doubting. I must admit that I don't believe in ghosts. My entire scientific training rejects the explanation. But let me assure you, we saw a genuine apparition just as Barby described it, and I can offer no reasonable hypothesis. I have thoroughly inspected the area, and there is no physical evidence I have been able to see."

      Rick digested this statement. His first thought, of course, had been that the ghost was somehow man-made. He still didn't reject the idea, but Dr. Miller's comments made it clear that the source of the ghost at least wasn't obvious.

      "When do we see this ghost?" Rick asked.

      Dr. Miller replied, "How about tonight?"

      A sudden chill of premonition wormed its icy way up Rick's spine. "That will be fine," he said shakily.

      CHAPTER III

      The Blue Ghost

      Rick, Scotty, Barby, Jan, and the Millers walked leisurely along the slow-moving creek, down the dirt road to the old Bailey bridge. They passed the Sky Wagon and its protecting alarm system, and Rick wondered humorously to himself if the alarm would warn of spirits or only of humans.

      The sun had set only minutes before and the sky was still tinged with red. Rick noted that the waters of the creek picked up the color, and for a moment his active imagination peopled the empty fields with blue and gray cavalrymen locked in mortal combat. He could almost hear the thunder of hoofs, the excited neighing of the mounts, even the solid sound of a heavy saber meeting yielding flesh. He shivered. After all, it had been like that for a brief period many years ago.

      Scotty moved to his side. "This is the oddest ghost-hunting expedition I've ever been on. No equipment but a flashlight. Not even an electronic spook spotter."

      Rick nodded agreement. "Too true. But any experienced ghost grabber knows that you can catch a sackful with only a flashlight and a pair of shoestrings."

      "Why the shoestrings?"

      "You tie their ectoplasm together top and bottom and they're trapped in it. Like a burlap bag."

      The boys had been bringing up the rear of the little procession and the others had not heard the soft-spoken exchange. Rick was just as glad. Weak jokes somehow didn't fit. It was the very lack of preparation, the simple walk after dinner to see the ghost, that made it all somehow very convincing. The Millers, both quiet people, were never much at small talk, but both girls were chatterers. Yet, even the girls were quiet.

      "They know," Rick thought. "They know what we're going to see. They're awed and a little frightened, but they're leading us to it, even knowing how it will be. Scotty and I are the ignorant ones. The others feel the weirdness and we don't."

      He lengthened his stride and joined the