“Oh, but—but I can’t!” Patsy half sobbed. “You don’t know, you can’t know how tired I am.”
“Yes, I know,” said Marian softly. “I’ve been just that way; but we dare not stop here. The people in the old scow might have dogs and they would attack our reindeer. We must go on; five miles more.”
“And then—”
“Camp beneath the stars.”
“All right,” said Patsy, with a burst of determination. “Let’s get it over quick.”
Again they moved slowly forward, but neither of them forgot the purple flame. Three times they saw it flash across the window.
“That place must be haunted,” Marian sighed as she turned to give her full attention to the lagging reindeer.
CHAPTER II
PATSY FROM KENTUCKY
Some five miles from the old dredge Marian stopped her reindeer, gazed about her for a moment, then said quietly:
“We’ll camp here.”