“I’ve seen the sign of it. Come outside and I’ll show you!”
They made some excuse to Miss Marcia for immediately vacating the house, and hurried outdoors. Phyllis led the way to a certain side door of Curlew’s Nest, on the opposite side from Rest Haven, where a sheltering projection of roof extended out for two or three feet over the ground. The hard rain of the night before had beaten out the sand all about the wooden foot-path to an unbroken smoothness. But just under the protecting roof, Phyllis pointed to something at their feet.
“There it is!” she muttered. And Leslie, staring down, beheld the impression of a single footprint—a footprint very different from either of their own—in the sand!
CHAPTER V
AN EXPLORING PARTY
“Well!” was Leslie’s first remark, “that proves one thing beyond a doubt.”
“What?” demanded Phyllis.
“That it wasn’t a ghost around here. I never yet heard of a ghost who made a footprint!”