“There are olives in here, so don’t you dare drop this,” added Mabel, surrendering her bundle to Harry Watson.
“And you really want to stay around that old mill all day?” questioned Ford, as he helped them into the waiting launch.
“Hush! Not so loud!” cautioned Mrs. Bonnell. “We don’t want our boys to know about it, but we’re going to bait the ghost there you see.”
“And here is some of the bait,” laughed Mabel, pointing to the baskets of food.
“All right, we’ll keep your secret,” promised Wentworth Jones. “What time shall we come back for you?”
“Before dark; or we’ll never speak to you again,” threatened Alice.
“Oh, but I thought, with the moonlight—” began Natalie.
“Natalie Fuller! if you want to stay around that spooky old mill after dark you may!” exclaimed Marie, “but I’m not going to. It’s all right in daylight, but when the shades of night begin falling fast, I want to be in my own little tent. So don’t you boys fail to come before dark.”
The gallant escort promised and then, observed by the envious eyes of Jack and his chums, the Camp Fire Girls, and their new friends, puffed away in the launch across the lake toward the old mill.
They reached it without incident, disembarked and were soon at the ancient structure, their friends carrying up the lunch and other impedimenta.