“What is it?” asked Holly. “Why are you staring at the beaver dam? You look as if you had seen a ghost.”
“It is a ghost,” declared Judy, “or about the nearest thing to it. That’s our table leg. I’d know it anywhere.”
“Your table leg?” Holly repeated, not understanding.
“I told you about it,” Judy reminded her as the light revealed the patient face she remembered so well, just below the surface of the water. “It’s a leg of the lady table. It was washed away in the Roulsville flood, and the beavers found it and used it to build their dam.”
CHAPTER VIII
An Impossible Discovery
“Horace! Honey! Come over here. I want to show you something.”
They were out of the car now, coming as fast as they could in answer to Judy’s call. When they were near enough to be heard, Horace asked, “Did you see the beavers?” and Honey answered excitedly, “Yes! We saw them just as plain as plain. Their funny, humped backs and broad, flat tails—”
“Did you see what they were carrying?” Judy interrupted.
Honey looked at Horace. “Did you?”