“Heavens, Sim! What happened?” gasped Arden.
“Those men scared Teddy, rushing at him that way, though why, I don’t know. I wonder what the idea was, having them dash out in that wild way? If I had been standing a little nearer they would have run right into Teddy and me! They couldn’t seem to turn off. They were wild with fright. But why?” Sim was a little indignant.
Dick smiled up at her. “Haven’t you heard?” he asked.
“Heard what?”
The other girls listened with interest.
“Why, this old place is said to have become suddenly haunted. Something in Sycamore Hall has stirred up the spirits of the departed owners, and more than once the Negroes and Italians hired to tear it down have been scared away—frightened stiff. A lot have quit. I understand the contractor has continually to get new men. And it looked as if those two who ran out saw something—or thought they did,” Dick concluded. “They probably won’t come back.”
“Haunted!” murmured Terry.
“Ghosts—Revolutionary ghosts,” whispered Sim.
“How thrilling!” exclaimed Arden. “Tell us some more, Dick.”
“Well——” began the groom, but he got no further.