“It seemed to come from right under our feet,” Gale declared.
“Rattling chains indeed!” sniffed Phyllis. “We can be sure it isn’t a real ghost now. He has too much to be true. Somebody is trying to scare us.”
“You’re right,” Jim agreed.
“But where is he? Why can’t we see him?” demanded Virginia.
“He can’t be on the roof,” Tom said thoughtfully, “there is no cellar----”
“He certainly isn’t here with us,” Carol declared. “There goes that scream again!” She shivered. “It gives me the creeps. Do you suppose he could be on the outside?”
“No, he isn’t anywhere in sight,” Jim said firmly, returning from a quick circle of the cabin.
“We haven’t heard him for some minutes now,” Virginia said encouragingly. “Maybe he has gone.”
“Just a slight intermission,” murmured Janet calmly.
They waited, but nothing happened. Tom and Jim set a tent up before the cabin. The girls spread their blankets before the fire, all but Valerie. The girls had insisted that she take possession of the low bunk the cabin afforded. It would be slightly more comfortable than the floor.