Pete and Jed were asleep in the wagon. Completely enchanted by the night, Alec and Cindy sat outside.
A big round moon hung so low in the sky that it seemed to roll like a wagon wheel right across the tops of the hillocks. There couldn't possibly be such a moon anywhere except in Oklahoma. It shed so much light that Cindy thought she could count every hair on the picketed horses and mules. She could see the grass plainly, and had she had a book, she would have been able to read it.
But, though it was almost as light as day, it was wholly different. The moon's was a ghost light, and it was easy to imagine that witches and elves were abroad in it. Cindy shivered and hugged her knees.
"Do you know what I'd do if we weren't going to Plains City tomorrow?" she asked Alec.
"What would you do?"
"I'd go on a ghost hunt!" Cindy exclaimed.
"It would be fun," Alec agreed, "but we are going, and we'd better get some sleep."
"I couldn't possibly sleep!"
But she slept the instant she drew the blanket around her, and when she woke the sun was shining and Pete was cooking breakfast. Plains City was only two miles away, it would take just a short time to record the claims, and there was no need to get up before daylight. Cindy jumped out of the wagon, and Alec grinned at her.
"Thought you couldn't sleep?"