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camp for the night and to do our digging by moon- light. The rain had stopped reluctantly, and the sun was smiling gratefully for her release from the dark clouds.

It seemed such a long time to wait. We camped, fed, walked, talked. Still, it wasn’t dark. What if there were no moon? The hours dragged on. Finally, in the east a light appeared, grew brighter, and moved upward.

“Time!” called Jean excitedly.

We dragged forth our rusty implements and crept forth.

Where to go? One place seemed about as good as another. We decided to dig on the fringe of the woods. If only the trees would not make such a noise. If only the waves lapping on the beach were not so doleful. Suddenly I froze in my tracks and pointed. Jean wasted no time.

“ Run!" she panted.

We ran. We ran as fast and as far as we could. Was it following us? Heavens! I had never believed in ghosts before—except at Point Prim What was that noise? From the distance the wind moaned through the spruce trees. Now it seemed far worse, and more sinister. The ghost appeared and disappeared. But, thank goodness, it wasn't gaining on us.

”VVhat’s the trouble, girls?”

We were glad to hear a calm voice, although we nearly jumped out of our skins at the sound.

With a shiver, Jean pointed.

“Ghosts!”

The stranger laughed.

“Perhaps . . . but I have my doubts. I’ll go