So they hid.
In a few minutes Hubert grasped his sister by the shoulder. He was trembling so much that the bushes shook as if there was a wind.
"Hulda!" he whispered, "he's walking along the brook, right on top of the water!"
"Is he coming this way?" said Hulda, who had wrapped her head in her apron.
"Right straight!" cried Hubert. "Give me your hand, Hulda!" And, without another word, the boy and girl burst out of the bushes and ran away like rabbits.
When Hulda, breathless, fell down on the grass, Hubert also stopped and looked behind him. They were near the edge of the brook, and there, coming right down the middle of the stream, was the light which had so frightened them.
"Oh-h! Bother!" said Hubert.
"What?" asked poor little Hulda, looking up from the ground.
"Why, it's only a Jack-o'-lantern!" said Hubert. "Let's go home, Hulda."
As they were hurrying along the path to their home, Hubert seemed very much provoked, and he said to his sister: