"Support!" repeated Judith, back again in the guest room. "I suppose she considers the ghost her opponent?"
"I don't," said Jane cryptically. "I consider it the opponent of all
Wellington."
"And I suppose, Janie, you are blaming me for holding you back in the attic?" sleepily from Judith.
"No, I'm not, Judy. You have no idea what a coward I am at heart; but somehow you girls have taken a notion I should do things and I can't bear to disappoint you. I must admit this is fascinating. I like it better even than golf, and will also give up my canter on Firefly this afternoon to see it through."
"Oh Jane, don't do that!" objected Judith. "We were all going out to
Big Rock and have the horses engaged."
"I'm sorry, Judy, but I've gotten into this thing and I have just got to get out of it or I'll begin to believe in real spooks. I simply can't let it drag me down another twenty-four hours." She brushed her wavy red gold hair viciously. "You may take Firefly. He knows your saddle and will behave, I'm sure. That will give someone else your horse."
"Maud Leslie is crazy to ride but has no habit here," commented
Judith significantly.
"Help her to mine," responded Jane promptly. "She isn't far from my size."
"But I wouldn't want to go galloping for nuts while you stay here alone hunting for spooks," Judith said loyally. "Better let two girls take our places if you insist on staying out."
"Oh, no, dear. I'm only going to look around for some sort of trap entrance to Lenox. Besides, you know Dozia doesn't ride, and she'll be here."