CHAPTER IX
IN AN INDIAN GRAVEYARD
IT was Olive who found Bab there. She halted in the doorway, gazing in in amazement.
"Why, Barbara Thurston! What can be the matter with you?" cried Olive. "We thought you were exploring the secret passages under the old house, and here you are crying all by your lonely little self. Where is Tom?" demanded Miss Presby, with growing suspicion in her eyes.
"I—I don't know," confessed Barbara weakly.
"See here, Bab, did Tom play any tricks on you?"
"Nothing of any account. He went out by some other exit. I returned the way I came. I am going back there to-morrow, if you do not object. I must solve the mystery of that secret passage."
"You are a dear!" exclaimed Olive, kissing Bab affectionately.