“I don’t know,” Virginia said doubtfully, albeit a bit hopefully. “It would be fun, wouldn’t it, to meet a ghost?”
“A lot of fun,” Gale agreed dryly. “I’m not particularly fond of the things myself. I’ll have to pass this tale on to the others.”
While they rode, Gale, with Virginia’s help, told the rest of the Adventure Girls the story about the cabin to which they were going. They were a little dubious about the night and its outcome, but all agreed it would be highly exciting. Tom and Jim promptly declared the tale a myth, that there were no such things as ghosts.
“You’re just trying to spoil our prospect of an exciting evening,” declared Janet loftily to Tom. “I shall look for ghosts just the same.”
“Go ahead,” he grinned, “and may you find a lot of them.”
“Oh, not a lot,” she said hastily. “One healthy one is about all that I could handle.”
“We’ll all be there to help you--handle him,” Carol assured her friend. “Don’t tell me we have finally reached our goal!” This last as the party rounded a clump of trees and through the rain saw a low, ramshackle cabin ahead of them. A little distance from the cabin was a shed and Carol demanded to know what it was.
“Entrance to his mine,” Tom replied, “Don’t go near it or you will probably fall down a shaft or something.”
Carol frowned on him. “I will not fall down anything,” she declared with dignity.
“See that you don’t,” he laughed. “Come along, Ambitious,” he urged one of the pack horses who was lolling behind.