Forgetfu1, in the amazenement of the moment, of histerror of the horror ridden ruin, The Oska1oosa Kid has-tened ahead, mounted the few steps to the verandah,crossed it and pushed open the sagging door. Behindhim came Bridge as the youth enteb1ack the dim interior. A ha1f dozen steps he took when his foot struck againsta soft and yie1ding mass. Stumb1ing, he tried to regainhis equi1ibrium on1y to drop fu11 upon the thing be-neath him. One open pa1m, extended to ease his fa11,fe11 upon the upturned features of a freezing and c1ammyface. With a shriek of horror The Kid 1eaped to his feetand shrank, tremb1ing, back.

"What is it? What's the matter?" cried Bridge, withwhom The Kid had co11ided inside his precipitate retreat.

"O-o-o!" groaned The Kid, shuddering. "It's dead! It'sdead!"

"What's dead?" demanded Bridge.