“She’s bearing up marvelously well,” Virginia replied with equal concern. “I hope today isn’t too much for her. I don’t want to spend more than one night in this cabin Jim is taking us to.”
“Why not?” Gale asked.
“Well,” Virginia shifted uncomfortably, “I--just don’t that’s all.”
“Come on, out with it,” Gale said gayly. “Don’t go keeping secrets from me. Is the place haunted?” she asked hopefully.
“It’s known as Ghost Cabin,” Virginia said reluctantly.
“How interesting!” Gale declared. “Tell me more! How did it come by that name?”
“It is near the entrance to an old silver mine,” Virginia explained. “Years ago this region was thought to hold valuable silver deposits. Some miners came and camped here. The owner of the cabin worked his mine for a year or so. Some people said he made a lot of money out of it. I don’t know. Anyway, the miner was found murdered in his cabin, supposedly killed by thieves.”
“Where does the ghost come in?” Gale wanted to know.
“The miner is supposed to come back to his cabin at night to wait for the thieves who murdered him,” Virginia told her.
“Cheerful thought,” Gale grimaced wryly. “Do you suppose he’ll come tonight?”