CHAPTER XXIV
WHAT HAPPENED UNDERGROUND
“You mean the Robertson mill?” asked Andy.
“Yes, the one mentioned by that Bert Field.”
“Have you heard from that boy, Pepper?”
“Not lately.”
“Shall we go to the old mill and see what it looks like?”
“We might pass it. We haven’t time to stop—not unless we want to get caught.”
Still walking swiftly, the chums went along the river until they came in sight of the Falls. Not far off was the old mill.
“Think we’ll meet that ghost?” asked Andy, as they paused at a distance to gaze at the ancient structure, some of the lower windows of which had been boarded over.
“I don’t know I’m sure. Want to go closer?”