“A pity they can’t keep the old Hall standing. That would be a fine monument,” suggested Sim. “It could be a memorial hall.”
“The Hall is doomed,” said Dick sadly. “We have given up all hope.” He urged his horse ahead briskly.
“He doesn’t know what you are going to tell Granny!” whispered Dorothy to Harry.
“I hope something comes of it,” he remarked in a low voice. “At least, the whole matter will be thoroughly gone over, and if there is anything in her claim, and any money due her that can be paid, my lawyers will arrange it. They are smart men, I am sure of that.”
It was almost dark when the riders returned to Sim’s house. Dick and the other groom went back with the horses. The ride had been enjoyable for all of them.
“Don’t forget to let me know when you want to go out again,” Dick called with gay freedom. “If I can get money enough for an education out of my commissions from Ellery, that will be fine,” he suggested as he rode happily away.
Terry was eagerly waiting for her friends when they got back.
“What, no ghosts?” she exclaimed when they trooped in to tell her of their ride.
“Not a ghost—not even scolded by Viney Tucker. She should have told us that we rode too long,” laughed Arden. “Viney, by the way, is out of the way.”
“Where?” Terry asked.