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Ted nodded as he looked the suit over. It was a coarse white sheet and the dweller in the hut was taking some pains on the construction of it. But there was no doubt as to its proposed use.
"Yes, sir, it's a ghost uniform, if there is such a thing! " smiled Ted. "And I guess I have an idea where he intends to wear it!"