“There were none at the hotel,” I told her.
“I know some boys,” said Rob with a little laugh, “who would have lent us one––maybe.”
Fortunately we were well provided with safety matches and after striking a box or so, we gained the open. A rise of ground hid the house, but when we climbed to the top, the ghost loomed up ghastlier than ever.
I felt the business-like Miss Frayne start and shiver as a little scream escaped her. I didn’t wonder. Even I, knowing that it was an illusion and a snare, felt my flesh creeping as I looked at the ghastly thing in the window.
Every now and then according to schedule a light flashed from the windows below. And then came the blood-curdling sounds––whimpers and groans that were rivaling the whistling of the wind.
“This is awful!” said Miss Frayne in a hoarse whisper.
“Do you want to go inside the house?” I asked.
“No––o! I couldn’t. Not tonight.”