"It's here, here!" she exclaimed, waving the little leather-bound journal above her head.
"What have you found?" demanded Olive, showing less excitement than her companions.
"This entry. It means something. I don't know just what, but I know it means something."
"Read it, read it!" demanded the girls.
"The item is a month later than the one I found in the journal in which they were afraid the Indians were going to make trouble. Listen to this. If you don't think I have found something you are not half so smart as I had thought." Barbara hitched a little closer to the window and with her back to the light read from the journal the following entry:
"'To My Heirs: I am fleeing with my family, to the fort. The future looks dark. Should I not return, others of my family one day will come here and take possession, provided the savages do not destroy the old place, which is not probable, as the spirit of a long dead Indian chief is said to make his home here.'"
"I knew all the time there were ghosts here," interrupted Mollie.
"Wearing false faces," added Grace under her breath.
"There are further directions. 'Search and you shall find. I cannot be more explicit save to say that what is here is well worth years of endeavor,'" Barbara read on. "'I have a feeling that I shall see the old place no more. Remember, that to every people its own dead are sacred and be governed accordingly.'"
Barbara glanced slowly up at the solemn faces above her.