Billie glared at her with quick indignation. They had not been satisfied with finding out his landing place and swimming hole. They had gone into the old house and discovered his secret den and the big white owl. He had always regarded girls as semi-dangerous, but this was worse than even he had expected. He turned to Sally as the one in the crowd that he knew best.
“What did you go into the house for?”
“To stay the night,” Sally answered promptly. “The door was open and we went in. If people don’t want company they should keep their doors locked. Anyhow, nobody lives here and we didn’t hurt anything. We wanted to see the ghost.”
Billie grinned at this admission, a quick mischievous grin that made his whole face light up and seem to sparkle with fun.
“Did he come up and rattle his chains for you?”
“No, he didn’t, and I’ll bet he never did for anybody else.”
“Maybe not,” Billie agreed blandly. “How far up the river are you going?”
“To Mount Ponchas.”
“That’s only seven and a half miles. You can go along up the hill road from here, and when you come to the state road that has telegraph poles on it, you turn off and go west. It’s three hills over and you pass through one village, Shiloh Valley. When you come to Ponchas don’t forget to look for the grave of the Cavalier.”
“Where’s that?” asked Doris. “We haven’t heard of it at all.”