CHAPTER XV
AN AMAZING SITUATION
“‘Ghost’?” cried Ruth Fielding. “Let me see it! Remember the campus ghost back at old Briarwood, Helen? I haven’t seen a ghost since that time.”
“Ugh! Get this big elephant off of me!” grunted her chum, impolitely as well as angrily. “She’s no ghost, I do assure you. She’s of the earth, earthy, and no mistake! Ouch! Get off, Heavy!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” groaned the plump girl. “I—I saw them. Three of them!”
“Sounds like a three-ring circus,” snapped Helen.
But Ruth was peering through the window. She saw nothing, and complained thereof:
“Jen has had a nightmare. I don’t see a thing.”
“Nightmare, your granny!” sputtered the plump girl, finally rolling off her half crushed friend. “I saw it—them—those!”
“Your grammar is so mixed I wouldn’t believe you on oath,” declared Helen, getting to her own bare feet and paddling back to her cot for slippers and a negligee.