“I hope it does,” Jack said. “We’re going to lay the ghost.”
Talk went on during the meal and toward the close Jack said:
“This sure is a fine place! You ought to see the waterfall.”
“Is it nice?” asked Cora. They could hear the roar of it as they sat at table.
“It’s great! I’m going to take some pictures of it,” said Walter. “And the way to our bungalow is over a bridge just made for lovers to stand on and look down into the water.”
“As long as they don’t fall down into the water they’ll be all right,” commented Paul. “But it sure is nice. Our shack is just across the stream.”
“We’ll be all ready to respond to the first alarm, girls,” promised Walter, as the boys left the main bungalow later in the evening to repair to their own. “If the tables begin dancing, or the chairs do a jig, call us.”
“It’s a little far to shout,” said Cora. “We’ll have to put up some sort of telephone from one bungalow to the other.”
It must be admitted that the girls were a little nervous when they went to bed that night. Tales of queer happenings, not easily explicable, are apt to get on the nerves of the best of us. But the young people were tired from their journey and lack of restful sleep the night before, so they had hopes of a good rest.
Cora was awakened by a shout under her window.