“Yes.”
“Supposedly, then, the ghost got Laura?”
“She didn’t come out, Chet. You needn’t laugh. Something bad has happened to her.”
“Of course, if you are sure she didn’t come out of the house——?”
“Just as sure as I stand here!” declared the girl, emphatically. “I didn’t think so until just now. It seemed as though she must have run ahead and taken one of the regular cars to town. But now I know that wouldn’t have been Laura’s way, whether she was scared or not.”
“I should say not,” said Lance, in disgust. “You girls are all alike—all but Laura! She wouldn’t have left you in such a mess.”
“Now, stop that!” commanded Chet. “Such talk won’t lead to anything but angry feelings. Jess thought Laura was ahead. Now we’ll go back and find her.”
“Oh, Chet! if you only would,” begged Jess, too miserable to even be offended at Lance.
“We’ll get out the car. Father won’t mind. And I got my license to run it only last month.”
“Bully!” ejaculated Lance.