“But I don’t like ra—rats,” wailed Dora, under her breath.
“Does anybody?” snapped Jess. “Come on!”
They entered the house, Laura leading. The door of the east room was open and some light entered through the broken windows—light enough to show them the way. Laura stepped carefully over the floor, fearing that some broken board might trip them.
But once in the big, empty, musty room, there seemed nothing to bother them. Even the owl had flown away.
“Now we’ll drive the nails as quickly as possible and get out again,” said Laura in a low, but perfectly even, tone.
She stooped and fumbled her first nail for a moment. Then she smote the head of it a sharp blow with the hammer.
On the heels of that sound came a scream from Nellie.
“Look! Oh, look!” she shrieked.
She was standing erect, pointing through the east window.
“The light! The ghost light!” cried Jess.