“Ouch!” wailed Otto again. He was very much afraid of the ghost.
“And then—I nailed my skirt to the floor and could not get away quickly. I—I am afraid I have been a dreadful fool,” admitted Laura, with some chagrin.
“But you did not tie yourself—so,” growled the farmer, working on her wrist bonds.
“No. I fell and something—somebody, I should say—came and tied my wrists and put that veil over my face—give me the veil, please.”
“Some of your companions play a choke onto you—eh?” said the farmer.
“No. They would not be so cruel. And they were all as badly frightened by your lantern as I was.”
“Den you haf an enemy—eh?” queried the man.
“I do not know who. I don’t know what it means. Oh!”
“You are hurt, Miss?”
“I can scarcely hobble on my foot. I turned my ankle,” explained Laura.