I looked around the room, missing my big chum for the first time. [[174]]
“He’s watching the mill,” Scoop told me when I inquired where the missing one was.
By this time I was well over my scare. And I felt pretty foolish. For, as Scoop had said, there was no such thing as a real ghost. What I had seen was some one playing ghost.
But to what ends?
We put out the lights and peered through the windows. But the ghost had vanished. Nor could we in the moment detect a single suspicious outside sound.
I hadn’t been in the house very long before Peg signaled on the window for us to let him in.
“Where were you,” I asked quickly, “when the spy chased me?”
He stared at me.
“Chased you? What do you mean?”
I told him about the ghost.