“There now, don’t talk,” soothed Mrs. Bonnell. “You can tell us all about it when you feel better. We’ll make you as comfortable as we can until the doctor comes. I hope Marie can manage to find some one to send.”
There was a tramping of feet on the floor below.
“Some one is coming!” cried Natalie.
“It’s the boys—our boys!” exclaimed Mabel. “Oh, how good!”
“They mustn’t come in here!” decided Mrs. Bonnell. “There has been enough excitement for Hadee. I must keep her quiet. Natalie, you and Mabel slip down and tell them what has happened. Then one of you bring back some more water, and a little of the food. She must be nearly famished.”
“I am—hungry,” admitted Hadee. “But I feel much better now, I am so glad you—found me.”
“Don’t come up—we’re coming down, boys,” called Natalie, as she and Mabel started for the stairs.
“What have you found?” demanded Jack, for it was he and his chums who had come to the old mill.
“The ghost!” said Natalie. “It’s poor little Hadee—the girl who told our fortunes that time—the girl who ran away from the Gypsy camp. She’s hurt. Marie has gone for a doctor. How did you happen to come here?”
“Oh, we got lonesome over in camp,” said Blake, “so we thought we’d just take a run over here to say how—do.”