"I'd run," answered Mollie promptly.
"I rather think the rest of us would not be slow in following you," agreed Ruth.
"I should think the Presbys would feel spooky all the time with so many queer things about them," observed Grace. "There's mystery all over the old house, and there are goodness knows how many dead Indians and things on the outside."
"Only girls are afraid," spoke up Tommy.
"Only girls?" questioned Bab, with a significant glance at the boy. Tommy subsided instantly. Then all of a sudden General stiffened his tail, uttered a low, menacing growl and stood pointing his nose in the direction of a mound that reached higher than any of the others.
"What is it, General?" asked Ruth, gazing in the direction of the point.
"He smells somebody," volunteered Tommy. "Don't be afraid. I'm here," he added, swelling out his chest.
"It's a man!" cried Mollie. "He's there hiding behind that mound. I saw him peer over the top just now. Oh, let's run. Hurry, girls!"
Tommy cast a withering look at Mollie and, whistling to the dog to follow him, trudged toward the mound in question. Bab promptly followed him, with Ruth not far behind her.