“Know anything about Elm Island, Mr. Lagg?” asked Frank, as he inspected some fishing tackle.

“Well, yes, I might say I do,” and Mr. Lagg pursed up his lips.

“Is it a good place?”

“Oh, it’s good all right, but——” and he hesitated.

“What is the matter?” demanded Betty quickly. She thought she detected something strange in Mr. Lagg’s manner.

“Why, the only thing about it is that it’s haunted—there’s a ghost there,” and as he spoke the storekeeper slipped a generous slice of cheese on a cracker and munched it.

CHAPTER IX
OFF ON THE TRIP

The girls stared blankly at one another. The boys frankly winked at each other, clearly unbelieving.

“Haunted?” Betty finally gasped.

“A ghost?” echoed Amy, falteringly.