"It's a ha'nt! It's a lady ha'nt! I do believe it must be!"
"Aw, Rose, what you talking about?" demanded her brother, yet secretly quite as much troubled by the strange, eerie sound as she was. "You know that haunts are only make-believe."
"We-ell!" sighed Rose, "maybe that's only a make-believe sound we hear. But—but I don't like it. There!"
For a third time the screech was repeated. It seemed nearer. Russ could not be confident that it was "make-believe." The strange sound seemed very real indeed.
CHAPTER XXIII
A FOUR-LEGGED GHOST
"I don't like that noise a bit," whispered Rose, standing close to her brother. "It—it makes me all shivery."
"But, if it is only just a woman calling——"
"There must be something awful the matter with her, if she has to scream like that," declared Rose.