“I—I saw something,” quavered the flaxen-haired Lillie.
“Oh!” gasped Bess, more than a little inclined herself to be panic-stricken.
“Do come along!” urged Nan.
“There it is!” squealed Grace, suddenly.
Half the girls thought they saw the black figure dart around the corner of the building; the other half were looking in an entirely different direction at the moment. But all together emitted a chorused:
“Oh!”
“For pity’s sake, girls!” gasped Nan. “Don’t!”
“It’s the ghost! the black ghost!” quavered May Winslow, groveling in the very depths of superstition.