"It's so dark!" moaned Sally.
"It won't be after you've been here often," said Seth, in a sly tone. "What's been the matter with you, Sal?"
Sally's answer was prompt. "I've been in a trance."
"And you've had a vision," suggested Seth.
"Oh, yes, yes," cried Sally. "How did you know?"
Seth chuckled. "And you're going to prophesy," he said.
"Yes, yes!"
"Fire away, then," said Seth, shaking with laughter. But his laughter was noiseless, and Sally did not hear it.
[CHAPTER X.]
Sally hesitated before she made her first move. Playing at trances was a new game to her, and she was in the dark in more ways than one. But the crisis was an imminent one, and she was vaguely conscious that none but bold measures would help her safely through it. Yet she approached her subject warily, unaware that Seth's accustomed eyes could plainly discern the working of every muscle in her face.