“There is only one known remedy for that,” commented Amy. “I am glad those beds are comfortable.”
Half an hour later all was quiet at Forest Lodge. Even Phrosy had consented to put out her light and go to sleep.
Nothing to break that serene stillness save the mysterious night sounds of the forest. Hours passed with still nothing to break that silence. Then——
Jessie sat up in bed, her eyes straining wide to pierce the darkness, her heart hammering. What was it that had waked her? Some sound? Her hand flew to her throat to press back the startled cry.
From out of the depths of the woodland it came again—a long, low, agonized moan, like the cry of a soul in torment.
CHAPTER XI
PHROSY
Trembling, Jessie sprang out of bed, slipped a negligee about her shoulders, and ran noiselessly to the window.
She stood there shivering. It came again—that sound—more eerie, more terrifying than before.
The echo had barely died away when there was a terrific shriek within the house, and Phrosy, scantily clothed and wild-eyed, rushed from her room.
“Dat’s de ghost! Dat’s de ghost!” she chattered, terrified. “I done tell you he was ’roun’ dis place! Ah’m gwine leave here in de mo’nin’!”