“Just imagine it,” Helen sighed.
At that moment a loud whistle was heard and almost immediately Mr. Sleeper and Jacques emerged from the forest. The former came slowly toward the cabin dragging one foot after the other, his head bent on his chest as though he feared to meet his wife and tell her that they had failed. But his entire aspect changed as he heard Helen’s cry of welcome and assurance.
“Thank God!” he cried as he hugged her to his heart.
The story, of course, had to be told all over again and at it’s conclusion Jacques said:
“Me have breakfus een two tree minutes.”
The boys, saying that they would go and wash up, turned toward their cabin and the others went inside. It must be confessed that Bob threw open the door of the cabin with a distinct feeling of fear in his heart. Was the mid-night prowler concealed there ready to jump out at them? That was the question he had been asking himself for the past few minutes. But there was no sign of fear in his action as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Though they had said nothing on the way over from the other cabin they both more than half expected to find the place in a condition of chaos. But everything was exactly as they had left it. Not a single sign of anyone having been there could they find although they made a most thorough search.
“All quiet along the Potomac,” Bob grinned as he straightened up after looking under his bed.
“Seems that way.”
“That ghost must have been a very orderly sort,” Bob remarked drily.
“Just what I was thinking,” Jack agreed.