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} + p, li, dd, dt, div.bcat { max-width:25em; } + blockquote, li { max-width:23em; } + + div.verse { max-width:25em; margin-right:auto; margin-left:auto; } + div.bq { margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; max-width:23em; } +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44401 ***</div> + +<div class="img"> +<img id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="The Phantom Yacht" width="500" height="742" /> +</div> +<div class="img" id="front"><img src="images/front.jpg" alt="“Look! Look!” he cried. “That’s what I was wantin’ to find.”" width="500" height="765" /></div> +<p class="center"><a href="#rfront">“<i>Look! Look!” he cried. “That’s what I was wantin’ to find.</i>”</a> +<br />(<i>Page 101</i>) <span class="hst">(<i>The Phantom Yacht</i>)</span></p> +<div class="box"> +<h1>THE +<br />PHANTOM YACHT</h1> +<p class="center"><i>By</i> CAROL NORTON</p> +<hr /> +<p class="center"><span class="sc">Author of</span> +<br />“Bobs, A Girl Detective,” “The Seven Sleuths’ Club,” etc.</p> +<div class="img" id="logo"><img src="images/logo.jpg" alt="Girls beside the ocean" width="188" height="200" /></div> +<hr /> +<p class="center">A. L. BURT COMPANY +<br />Publishers <span class="hst">New York</span> +<br /><span class="smaller">Printed in U. S. A.</span></p> +</div> +<div class="box"> +<p class="center"><span class="large">MYSTERY <i>and</i> ADVENTURE SERIES <i>for</i> GIRLS</span> +<br /><span class="smaller">12 TO 16 YEARS OF AGE</span></p> +<dl class="std"><dt><span class="sc">The Phantom Yacht</span>, by Carol Norton.</dt> +<dt><span class="sc">Bobs, A Girl Detective</span>, by Carol Norton.</dt> +<dt><span class="sc">The Seven Sleuths’ Club</span>, by Carol Norton.</dt> +<dt><span class="sc">The Phantom Treasure</span>, by Harriet Pyne Grove.</dt> +<dt><span class="sc">The Secret of Steeple Rocks</span>, by Harriet Pyne Grove.</dt></dl> +<hr /> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">Copyright, 1928 +<br />By A. L. BURT COMPANY</span></p> +</div> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt><a href="#c1"><span class="cn">I. </span>Friends Parted</a> 3</dt> +<dt><a href="#c2"><span class="cn">II. </span>Banishing Ghosts</a> 13</dt> +<dt><a href="#c3"><span class="cn">III. </span>A Lost Mother</a> 21</dt> +<dt><a href="#c4"><span class="cn">IV. </span>Seaward Bound</a> 30</dt> +<dt><a href="#c5"><span class="cn">V. </span>A New Experience</a> 42</dt> +<dt><a href="#c6"><span class="cn">VI. </span>A Light in the Dark</a> 49</dt> +<dt><a href="#c7"><span class="cn">VII. </span>The Phantom Yacht</a> 56</dt> +<dt><a href="#c8"><span class="cn">VIII. </span>What Happened</a> 64</dt> +<dt><a href="#c9"><span class="cn">IX. </span>A Mysterious Message</a> 73</dt> +<dt><a href="#c10"><span class="cn">X. </span>Sounds in the Loft</a> 82</dt> +<dt><a href="#c11"><span class="cn">XI. </span>A Querulous Old Aunt</a> 88</dt> +<dt><a href="#c12"><span class="cn">XII. </span>A Bleached Skeleton</a> 96</dt> +<dt><a href="#c13"><span class="cn">XIII. </span>Belling the Ghost</a> 106</dt> +<dt><a href="#c14"><span class="cn">XIV. </span>A Punt Ride</a> 112</dt> +<dt><a href="#c15"><span class="cn">XV. </span>A Gloomy Swamp</a> 117</dt> +<dt><a href="#c16"><span class="cn">XVI. </span>Out in the Dark</a> 121</dt> +<dt><a href="#c17"><span class="cn">XVII. </span>More Mysteries</a> 127</dt> +<dt><a href="#c18"><span class="cn">XVIII. </span>An Airplane Sighted</a> 133</dt> +<dt><a href="#c19"><span class="cn">XIX. </span>Two Boys Investigate</a> 139</dt> +<dt><a href="#c20"><span class="cn">XX. </span>One Mystery Solved</a> 149</dt> +<dt><a href="#c21"><span class="cn">XXI. </span>A channel in the Swamp</a> 160</dt> +<dt><a href="#c22"><span class="cn">XXII. </span>The Old Ruin at Midnight</a> 170</dt> +<dt><a href="#c23"><span class="cn">XXIII. </span>Letters of Importance</a> 183</dt> +<dt><a href="#c24"><span class="cn">XXIV. </span>A Surprising Revelation</a> 193</dt> +<dt><a href="#c25"><span class="cn">XXV. </span>Puzzled Again</a> 205</dt> +<dt><a href="#c26"><span class="cn">XXVI. </span>A Clue to the Old Ruin Mystery</a> 214</dt> +<dt><a href="#c27"><span class="cn">XXVII. </span>Ransacking the Old Ruin</a> 224</dt> +<dt><a href="#c28"><span class="cn">XXVIII. </span>The Best Surprise of All</a> 239</dt> +</dl> +<div class="pb" id="Page_3">[3]</div> +<h1 title="">THE PHANTOM YACHT</h1> +<h2 id="c1"><br />CHAPTER I. +<br />FRIENDS PARTED</h2> +<p>The face of Dories Moore was as dismal as the +day was bright. It was Indian summer and the +maple trees under which she was hurrying were +joyfully arrayed in red and gold, while crimson, +yellow and purple flowers nodded at her from the +gardens that she passed with unseeing eyes. She +was almost blinded with tears; her scarlet tam was +awry, as though she had put it on hurriedly, and her +sweater coat, of the same cheerful hue, was unbuttoned +and flapping as she fairly ran down the village +street. In her hand was a note which had been the +cause of the tears and the haste. On it were a few +penciled words:</p> +<p class="tb">“Dori dear, we are leaving sooner than we expected. +I’m sending this to you by little Johnnie-next-door. +Do come right over and say good-bye +to someone who loves you best of all.</p> +<p><span class="center">“Your sister-friend,</span> +<span class="jr">“<span class="sc">Nann</span>.”</span></p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_4">[4]</div> +<p class="tb">At a large old colonial house at the edge of the +town, just where the meadows began, the girl turned +in at a lilac-guarded gate and hurried up the neatly +graveled walk. Her eyes were again brimming with +tears as she glanced up at the curtainless windows +that looked as dismal and deserted as she felt. +Hurrying up the steps, she lifted the quaintly +carved old iron knocker and shuddered as she heard +the sound echoing uncannily through the big unfurnished +rooms. Her sensitive mouth quivered +when she heard the sound of running feet on bare +floors and when the door was flung open by another +girl of about the same age, Dori leaped in and, +throwing her arms about her friend, she burst into +tears.</p> +<p>“Why, Dories! Dear, dear Dori, don’t cry so +hard.” There were sudden tears in the warm +brown eyes of Nann Sibbett, as for a moment she +held her friend tenderly close.</p> +<p>“One might think that I was going a million miles +away.” She tried to speak cheerfully. “Boston isn’t +so very far from Elmwood and some day, soon, I +am sure that you will be coming to visit me.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_5">[5]</div> +<p>An April-like smile flickered tremulously on the +lips of the younger girl as she stepped back and +straightened her tam. “Well, that is something to +look forward to,” she confessed. “It will be a little +strip of silver lining to as black a cloud as ever +came into my life. Of course,” Dories amended, +“losing father was terrible, but I was too young to +know the loneliness of it, and being poor when we +should be rich is awfully hard. Sometimes I feel so +rebellious, O, nobody knows how rebellious I feel. +But losing one’s money is nothing compared to +losing one’s only friend.”</p> +<p>The other girl, who was taller by half a head, +actually laughed. “Why, Dories Moore, here you +talk as though you would not have a single friend +left when I have moved away. There isn’t a girl at +High who hasn’t been green with envy because I +have had the good fortune to be your best friend +ever since we were in kindergarten, and just as soon +as I’m out of town they’ll be swarming around you, +each one aspiring to be your pal.”</p> +<p>There was a scornful curl on the sensitive lips of +the listener. “As though I would let anyone have +your place, Nann Sibbett. Never, never, never, not +if I live to be a thousand years old.” Then with an +appealing upward glance, “But you’ll probably like +some city girl heaps better than you ever did me. +I suppose you’ll forget all about me soon.”</p> +<p>“Silly!” Nann exclaimed brightly, giving her +friend an impulsive hug. “Don’t you remember +when you were eleven and I was twelve, we had a +ceremony out in the meadow under the twin elms +and we vowed, just as solemnly as we knew how, +that we would be adopted sisters and that real born +sisters could not be closer.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_6">[6]</div> +<p>Dories nodded, smiling again at the pleasant +recollection. “Do you know, Nann,” she put in, “I +sort of feel that we were intended to be sisters some +way. It was such a strange coincidence that our +birthdays happened to fall on the same day, the +third of September.”</p> +<p>“Maybe if they hadn’t,” Nann chimed in, “you +and I wouldn’t have been best friends at all, for, +don’t you remember, way back in kindergarten days, +you were so shy you didn’t make friends with anyone, +and when Miss Sally wanted to find a seat for +you that very first morning, she chose me because it +was our birthday. After that, since I was a year +older, I felt that I ought to look out for you just as +a big sister really should.”</p> +<p>Dories nodded, then as she glanced into the bare +library, in the wide doorway of which they were +standing, she said dismally, “O, Nann, what good +times we’ve had in this room. I can almost see now +when we were very little girls curled up on that +window seat near the fireplace studying our first +primer, and on and on until last June when we were +cramming for our sophomore finals.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_7">[7]</div> +<p>“I know.” Nann looked wistfully toward the +corner which Dories had indicated. “I don’t believe +we will either of us know how to study alone.” +Then, fearing that tears would come again, she +caught her friend’s hand as she exclaimed, “Dories +dear, this room is too full of ghosts of our past. +Let’s go out in the garden. Dad had to go to the +bank to finish up some business, and I had to stay +here to see that the last load of furniture got off +safely. It left just before you came. We’re going +to store it for a time and live in a very fine hotel in +Boston. Won’t that be a lark for a change?”</p> +<p>Dories spoke bitterly, “Well, for one thing I <i>am</i> +thankful, and that is that your father didn’t lose his +money the way my father did, though how it happened +I never knew and mother never told me.”</p> +<p>“Maybe it will all come back some time in a manner +just as mysterious,” her friend said cheerfully +as she led her down the steps around the house. +Neither of the girls spoke of Nann’s dear mother, +who had so recently died, and whose passing had +made life in the old house unendurable to the +daughter and her father, but they were both thinking +of her as they wandered into the garden which +she had so loved. Nann slipped an arm about her +friend as she paused to look at the blossoms.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_8">[8]</div> +<p>“Autumn flowers are always so bright and cheerful, +aren’t they, Dori?” She was determined to +change the younger girl’s dismal trend of thought. +“That bed of scarlet salvia over by the evergreen +hedge seems to be just rejoicing about something, +and the asters, of almost every color, look as though +they were dressed for a party. They’re happy, if +we aren’t.”</p> +<p>“Stupid things!” Dories said petulantly. “They +don’t know or care because you, who have tended +and watered and loved them, are going away forever +and ever.”</p> +<p>“Yes, they do know,” Nann said, smiling a bit +tremulously, “for last night when I came out to give +them a drink, I told them all about it, but they’re +just trying to make the best of it. They know it’s +as hard for me to go away from my old home as it is +for them to have me go, but they’re trying to make +it easier for me, I guess.”</p> +<p>Dories flashed a quick glance up at her companion. +Then, impulsively, “Oh, Nann, how selfish I always +am! Of course it’s hard for you to leave your old +home and go among strangers. Here all the time +I’ve just been thinking how <i>hard</i> it is for <i>me</i> to have +you go.” Then, making a little bow toward the bed +of radiant asters, the girl of many moods called to +them: “You’re setting a good example, you little +plant folk in your bright blossom tams. From now +on I’ll be just as cheerful as ever I can.” Smiling +up at her companion, Dories exclaimed, “And all +this time I’ve had some news that I haven’t told +you.” Answering verbally her friend’s questioning +look, she hurried on, “I’m going away myself for +the month of October. At least I suppose I am, and +that’s one of the things that has made me so dismally +blue.” Nann stopped in the garden path +which they had been slowly circling and gazed into +the pretty face of her friend, hardly knowing +whether to congratulate or condole. Instead of +doing either, she queried, “But why are you so dismal +about it, Dori? I’ve often heard you say that +you did wish you could see something of the world +beyond Elmwood?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_9">[9]</div> +<p>“I know it and I still should wish it if you were +going with me, but this journey is anything but +pleasant to anticipate.”</p> +<p>“Do tell me about it. I’m consumed with curiosity.” +Nann drew her friend to a garden seat and +sat with an arm holding her close. “Now start at +the beginning. <i>Who</i> are you going with, where and +why?” The question, simple as it seemed, brought +tears with a rush to the violet-blue eyes of the +younger girl, but remembering her recent resolve, +she sat up ramrod-straight as she replied, making +her mouth into as hard a line as she could. “The +one I am going with is an old crab of a great-aunt +whom I have never seen. I’m ever so sure she is a +crab, although my angel mother always smooths +over that part of her nature when she’s telling me +about her. She’s rich as Crœsus, if that fabled person +really was rich. I’m never very sure about +those things.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_10">[10]</div> +<p>Nann laughed. “He was! You’re safe in your +comparison. But he got much of his money by taking +it away from other people with the cruel taxes +he levied.”</p> +<p>“Oh, well, of course my Great Aunt Jane isn’t so +terribly rich,” Dories modified, “but Mother said she +had plenty for every comfort and luxury, and +what’s more, Mums <i>did</i> agree with <i>me</i> when I said +that she must be queer. That is, Mother said that +even my father, who was Great-Aunt Jane’s own +nephew, couldn’t understand her ways.” Then, +with eyes solemn-wide, the narrator continued: +“Nann Sibbett, as I’ve often told you, I don’t understand +in the least what became of our inheritance. +If Mother knows, she won’t tell, but I’m suspicious +of that crabby old Aunt Jane. I think she has it. +There now, that’s what I think.”</p> +<p>Nann was interested and said so. “But, Dori +dear, you’ve sidetracked. You began by saying that +you were going somewhere. I take it that your +Great-Aunt Jane has invited you to go somewhere +with her. Is that right?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_11">[11]</div> +<p>“It is!” the other girl said glumly. “But, believe +me, I don’t look forward to the excursion with any +great pleasure.” Then she hurried on. “Think of +it, Nann, that awful old lady has actually requested +that I spend the whole dismal month of October +with her down on the beach at some lonely isolated +place called Siquaw Point.”</p> +<p>But if Dories expected sympathy, she was disappointed. +“Oh, Dori!” was the excited exclamation +that she heard, “I know about Siquaw Point. +An aunt of mine went there one summer, and she +just raved about the rocky cliffs, the sand dunes and +the sea. I’d love it, I know, even in the middle of +winter, and, dear, sometimes October is a beautiful +month. You may have a wonderful time.”</p> +<p>But Dories refused to see any hope of happiness +ahead. “The Garden of Eden would be a dismal +place to me if I had to be alone in it with my Great-Aunt +Jane.”</p> +<p>Nann laughed, then hearing a siren calling from +the front, she sprang up, held out both hands to her +friend as she exclaimed, “There’s my chauffeur-dad +waiting to bear me stationward, but, dear, I’ve +thought of one thing that will help some. To get to +Siquaw Point you will have to go through Boston. +If you’ll let me know the day and the hour I’ll be at +the station to speed you on your way.”</p> +<p>How the younger girl’s face brightened. “Nann, +darling,” she exclaimed, “will you truly? Then +that will give me a chance to see you again in just +a few weeks, maybe only two, for its nearly October +now.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_12">[12]</div> +<p>“Righto!” was the cheerful reply. “There’s that +siren again. I must go. Will you come and say +good-bye to Dad?”</p> +<p>But the other girl shook her head, her eyes brimming +with tears. “I’d rather not now. You tell +him for me. I’m going home across lots. I don’t +want anyone to see how near I am to crying.” As +she spoke two tears splashed down her cheeks. Nann +caught her in a close embrace. “Dear, dear sister-friend,” +she said, “I’m going to be just as lonely as +you are.” Then, stooping, she picked an aster and +held it out, saying brightly, “This golden aster +wants to go with you to tell you that we’re going +to be as cheerful as we can, come what may. See +you next month, Dori, sure as sure.”</p> +<p>Nann turned at the corner of the house to wave, +and then Dories walked slowly across lots thinking +over the conversation she had had with her dearly +loved friend. She paused a moment under the twin +elms where, in the long ago, they had vowed to be +loyal as any two sisters could be. Then, with a deep +sigh, she went on to the cosy brown house under +other spreading elms that she called home.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_13">[13]</div> +<h2 id="c2"><br />CHAPTER II. +<br />BANISHING GHOSTS</h2> +<p>There was a cheerful bustle in the kitchen when +Dories opened the side door. Her mother was preparing +the noon meal with her customary wordless +song, although now and then a merry message to +the frail boy, who so often sat in a low chair near the +stove, was sung to the melody. Just then the newcomer +heard the lilted announcement: “Footsteps +I hear, and now will appear my very dear little +daughter.”</p> +<p>Dories was repentant. “Oh, Mother, if I haven’t +stayed out too late again, and you’ve had to stop +your sewing to get lunch.”</p> +<p>Little Peter paused in his whittling long enough +to remark, “Dori, you’ve been crying. What for?”</p> +<p>But a tactful mother shook her head quickly at the +small boy, saying brightly, “O, I was glad to stop +sewing and stretch a bit. That brocade dress is hard +to work on. I don’t know how many machine +needles it has broken. But since it belongs to a rich +person she won’t mind paying for them.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_14">[14]</div> +<p>After putting the golden aster in a vase, Dories +snatched her apron from its hook in the closet and +put it on with darkening looks. “Mother Moore,” +she threatened, “if you don’t go and lie down on the +lounge until lunch is ready, I’m not going to let you +sew a single bit more today. It’s just terribly +wicked, and all wrong somehow, that you have to +make dresses for other women to keep us alive when +my very own father’s very own Aunt Jane is simply +rolling in wealth, and——”</p> +<p>“Tut! Tut! Little firefly!” Her mother laughingly +shook a stirring spoon in her direction. “If you +had ever seen your stately old Aunt Jane, you just +couldn’t conceive of her rolling in anything. That +would be much too undignified.”</p> +<p>“But, Mother, you know I meant that figuratively, +not literally. She is rich and we are poor. Now +I ask you what right has one member of a family to +have all that his heart desires and another to have +to sew for a living.”</p> +<p>Little Peter tittered: “It’s <i>her</i> heart, if it’s Great-Aunt +Jane you’re talking about.” A sharp retort +was on the girl’s lips when her mother said cheerily, +“Now, kiddies, let’s talk about something else. Mrs. +Doran sent us over a whole pint of cream. Shall we +have it whipped on those last blackberries that Peter +found this morning out in Briary Meadow, or shall +I make a little biscuit shortcake?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_15">[15]</div> +<p>“Shortcake! Shortcake! I want shortcake!” +Peter sang out.</p> +<p>“But, Mother, you’re too tired to make one,” +Dories protested.</p> +<p>“Then you make it, Dori,” Peter pleaded.</p> +<p>“You know I couldn’t make a biscuit shortcake, +Peter Moore, not if my life depended on it.” The +girl was in a self-accusing mood. “I never learned +how to do anything useful.” Dories was putting the +pretty lunch dishes on a small table in the kitchen +corner breakfast-nook as she talked.</p> +<p>The understanding mother, realizing the conflicting +emotions that were making her young daughter +so unhappy, brought out the flour and other ingredients +as she said, “Never too late to learn, dear. +Come and take your first lesson in biscuit-making.”</p> +<p>Half an hour later, as they sat around the lunch +table, Dories told as much of her recent conversation +with her best friend as she wished to share. Then +they had the blackberry shortcake and real cream, +and even Peter acknowledged that it was “most as +good as Mother’s.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_16">[16]</div> +<p>When the kitchen had been tidied and Peter had +gone to his little upper room for the nap that was so +necessary for the regaining of his health, Dories +went into the small sewing room which formerly +had been her father’s den and stood looking discontentedly +out of the window. Her mother had +resumed sewing on the rich brocaded dress. When +the hum of the machine was stilled, she glanced +at the pensive girl and said: “Dori dear, this is the +first afternoon that I can remember, almost, that +you have been at home with me. You and Nann +always went somewhere or did something. You are +going to miss your best friend ever so much, I know, +but—” there was a break in the voice which caused +the girl to turn and look inquiringly at her mother, +who was intently pressing a seam, and who finished +her sentence a bit pathetically, “it’s going to mean a +good deal to me, daughter, to have your companionship +once in a while.”</p> +<p>With a little cry the girl sprang across the room +and knelt at her mother’s side, her arms about her. +“O, Mumsie, was there ever a more selfish girl? I +don’t see how you have kept on loving me all these +years.” Then her pretty face flushed and she hesitated +before confessing: “I hate to say it, for it +only shows how truly horrid I am, but I liked to be +over at Nann’s, where the furniture was so beautiful, +not threadbare like ours.” She was looking +through the open door into the living-room, where +she could see the old couch with its worn covering. +“I ought to have stayed at home and helped you +with your sewing, but I will from now on.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_17">[17]</div> +<p>The mother, knowing that tears were near, put a +finger beneath the girl’s chin and looked deep into +the repentant violet blue eyes. Kissing her tenderly, +she said merrily, “Very well, young lady, if you +wish to punish yourself for past neglects, sit over +there in my low rocker and take the bastings out of +this skirt.”</p> +<p>Dories obeyed and was soon busy at the simple +task. To change the subject, her mother spoke of +the planned trip. “It will be your very first journey +away from Elmwood, dear. At your age I would +have been ever so excited.”</p> +<p>The girl looked up from her work, a cloud of +doubt in her eyes. “Oh, Mother, do you really think +that you would have been, if you were going to a +summer resort where the cottages were all shut up +tight as clams, boarded up, too, probably, and with +such a queer, grumphy person as Great-Aunt Jane +for company?” The girl shuddered. “Every time +I think of it I feel the chills run down my back. I +just know the place will be full of ghosts. I won’t +sleep a wink all the time I’m there. I’m convinced +of that.”</p> +<p>Her mother’s merry laugh was reassuring. +“Ghosts, dearie?” she queried, glancing up. “Surely +you aren’t in earnest. You don’t believe in ghosts, +do you?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_18">[18]</div> +<p>“Well, maybe not, exactly, but there are the +queerest stories told about those lonely out-of-the-way +places. You know that there are, Mother. I +don’t mean made-up stories in books. I mean real +newspaper accounts.”</p> +<p>“But it doesn’t matter what kind of paper they’re +printed on, Dori,” her mother put in, more seriously, +“nothing could make a ghost story true. The only +ghosts that haunt us, really, are the memories of +loving words left unsaid and loving deeds that were +not done, and sometimes,” she concluded sadly, “it +is too late to ever banish those ghosts.” Then, not +wishing to depress her already heart-broken daughter, +she said in a lighter tone, “After all, why worry +about your visit to Siquaw Point, when, as yet, you +haven’t heard that your Great-Aunt Jane has really +decided to go. I expected a letter every day last +week, but none came, so she may have given up the +plan for this year.” Then, after glancing up at the +clock, she added, “Three, and almost time for the +postman. I believe I hear his whistle now.”</p> +<p>At that moment Peter bounded in, his face rosy +from his nap. “Postman’s coming,” he sang out. +“Come on, Dori, I’ll beat you to the gate.”</p> +<p>The girl rose, saying gloomily, “This is probably +the fatal day. I’m just sure there’ll be a letter from +Great-Aunt Jane. I don’t see why she chose me +when she’s never even seen me.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_19">[19]</div> +<p>When Dories reached the front door, she saw that +Peter was already out in the road, frantically beckoning +to her. “Hurry along, Dori. The postman’s +just leaving Mrs. Doran’s,” he called; then as the +mail wagon, drawn by a lean white horse, +approached, the small boy ran out in the road and +waved his arms.</p> +<p>Mr. Higgins, who had stopped at their door ever +since Peter had been a baby, beamed at him over his +glasses. “Law sakes!” he exclaimed, “Do I see a +bandit? Guess you’ve been reading stories about +‘Dick Dead-shot’ holding up mail coaches in the +Rockies. Sorry, but there ain’t nothin’ for you.” +Then, smilingly, he addressed the girl. “Likely in +a day or two I’ll be fetchin’ you a letter, Dori, from +your old friend Nann Sibbett. It’ll be powerfully +lonesome around here for you, I reckon, now she’s +gone.”</p> +<p>The girl nodded. “Just awfully lonesome, Mr. +Higgins, and please do bring me a letter soon.” +Just then Johnnie Doran called for Peter to come +over and play, and the girl went slowly back to the +house.</p> +<p>Her mother looked up inquiringly. “No letter at +all,” Dories announced in so disappointed a tone that +she laughingly confessed, “Mother, I do believe +that I’m made up of the contrariest emotions. I do +hate the thought of spending that dismal month of +October with Great-Aunt Jane at Siquaw Point, but +I hate even worse going back to High without +Nann.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_20">[20]</div> +<p>“Dear girl,” the mother’s voice held a tenderly +given rebuke, “you aren’t thinking in the least of the +pleasure your companionship might give your Great-Aunt +Jane. She was very fond of your father when +he was a boy, and he spent many a summer with her +at Siquaw. That may be her reason for inviting +you. Your father seemed to be the only person for +whom she really cared.” Then, before the rather +surprised girl could reply, the mother continued, “I +wish, dear, that you would hunt up your Aunt’s last +letter and answer it more fully. I was so busy when +it came that I merely sent a few lines, thanking her +for the invitation.”</p> +<p>Dories sighed as she rose to obey, but turned back +to listen when her mother continued: “I know how +hard it is going to be, dear girl, but I have a reason, +which I cannot explain just now, for very much +wishing you to go. Now write the letter and make +it as interesting and newsy as you can.”</p> +<p>Dories, from the door, dropped a curtsy. “Very +well, Mrs. Moore,” she said, “to please you I’ll write +to the crabbedy old lady, but——” Her mother +merrily shook her finger at her. “I want you to withhold +judgment, daughter, until you have seen your +Great-Aunt Jane.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_21">[21]</div> +<h2 id="c3"><br />CHAPTER III. +<br />A LOST MOTHER</h2> +<p>A week passed, and though Dories received +several picture postcards from her best friend, not +a line came from her Great-Aunt Jane.</p> +<p>“She has probably changed her mind about going +to Siquaw, dear, and so you would better prepare to +start back to school on Monday. I had talked the +matter over with the principal, Mr. Setherly, and he +told me that you could easily make up October’s +work, but, if you are not going away, it will be +better for you to begin the term with the others.”</p> +<p>They were at breakfast, and for a long, silent +moment the girl sat gazing out of the window at a +garden that was beginning to look dry and sear. +When she turned back toward her mother, there +were tears in her eyes.</p> +<p>The woman placed a hand on the one near her as +she tenderly inquired, “Are you disappointed because +you’re not going, daughter?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_22">[22]</div> +<p>“No, no, not that, but you can’t know how I dread +returning to High without Nann. We had planned +graduating together and after that going to college +together if only we could find a way.”</p> +<p>Her mother glanced up quickly as though there +was something that she wanted to say, then pressed +her lips firmly as though to keep some secret from +being uttered. Dories listlessly continued eating. +There was a closer pressure of her mother’s hand. +“It is hard, dear, I know,” the understanding voice +was saying. “Life brings many disappointments, +but there is always a compensation. You’ll see!” +Then, glancing toward the stair door, which was +slowly opening, the mother called, “Hurry up, you +lazy Peterkins. Come and have your breakfast. I +want you and Dories to go to the village and match +some silk for me as soon as you can.”</p> +<p>Then, when she served the little fellow, the loving +woman returned to her daily task and left a half +self-pitying, half rebellious and wholly dispirited girl +to wash and put away the dishes. Then listlessly +she donned her scarlet tam and sweater coat and +went into the sewing room to get the samples that +she was to match. Her mother smiled up into her +dismal face. “Dori, daughter, don’t gloom around +so much,” she pleaded. “I shall actually believe that +you are disappointed because you are <i>not</i> going to +Siquaw. Now, here’s the silk to be matched and +there’s Peterkins waiting for you. Come back as +soon as you can, won’t you?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_23">[23]</div> +<p>It was midmorning when Dories and the small +boy returned from the shopping expedition. They +went at once to the sewing room, but their mother +was not there. They looked in the living room and +in the kitchen. “Mother, where are you?” they both +called, but there was no reply.</p> +<p>“Maybe she’s upstairs,” Peter suggested.</p> +<p>“Of course. How stupid for me to forget that +we have an upstairs to our house.” Dories felt +strangely excited as she ran up the circling front +stairway calling again and again, but still there was +no reply. Down the long upper corridor they went, +opening one door and another, beginning to feel +almost frightened at the stillness.</p> +<p>Then Dories exclaimed, “Oh, maybe she’s gone +over to Mrs. Doran’s for a moment. I guess she +couldn’t do any sewing until we came back with the +silk.” They were about to descend the back stairs +when they heard a noise in the garret overhead.</p> +<p>The frail boy caught his sister’s hand and held +it tight. “Do you suppose it’s ghosts,” he whispered.</p> +<p>“No, of course not,” the girl replied. The attic +was a low, dark, cobwebby place hardly high enough +to stand in, and they never went there. “There are +no ghosts. Mother said so.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_24">[24]</div> +<p>“Then maybe it’s a rat scratching around,” the +boy suggested, “or that wild barn cat may have got +in somehow. Do you dare open the door, Dori, and +call up?”</p> +<p>“Of course I do, but first I’ll creep up a little way +and look.” Very quietly Dories opened the door and +stealthily ascended the dark, short stairway. All was +still in the dusky, musty attic. Then a light flashed +for a moment in a far corner. Truly frightened, +Dories turned and hurried down the stairs. Quick +steps were heard above: then a familiar voice called, +“Dories, is that you, dear? Why are you stealing +about in that way? Come up a moment, daughter! +I want you to help me drag this old trunk out of +the corner.”</p> +<p>Then, when the girl, with Peter following, appeared +on the top step, the mother explained: “I +thought I’d be down before you could get back. +I have news for you, Dori. Just after you left, a +night letter was delivered. In it your Great-Aunt +Jane said that she had entirely given up her plan to +spend a month at Siquaw Point until she received +your letter. She had decided that if you were so +rude as to ignore her invitation, you were not the +kind of a girl she wished to know, even if you are +her niece, but your letter caused her to change her +mind. She wishes you to meet her this afternoon +in Boston and go directly from there to Siquaw +Point.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_25">[25]</div> +<p>“O, Mother, how terrible!” Dories was truly dismayed. +“I won’t have time to let Nann know, and +she was to meet me at the station. That was the one +redeeming feature about the whole thing.”</p> +<p>“Well, you can see her when you return, and +maybe you can plan to stay a day or two with her. +Now help me with this little trunk, dear. We have +only two hours to prepare your clothes and pack.”</p> +<p>They carried the small steamer trunk down to +Dories’ room and by noon it was packed and locked, +and, soon after, the expressman came to take both +the trunk and the girl to the station.</p> +<p>Dories’ face was flushed and tears were in her +eyes when she said good-bye. “I feel so strange and +excited, Mother,” she confided, “going out into the +world for the very first time, and O, Mumsie, no one +knows how I dread being all alone in a boarded-up +cottage at a deserted summer resort with such a +dreadful old woman.” Dories clung to her mother +in little girl fashion as though she hoped at the very +last moment she might be told that she need not go, +but what she heard was: “Mr. Hanson is in a +hurry, dear. He has the trunk on his cart and he’s +waiting to help you up on the seat.”</p> +<p>Dories caught her breath in an effort not to cry, +kissed her mother and Peter hurriedly, picked up +her hand-satchel and darted down the path.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_26">[26]</div> +<p>From the high seat she waved and smiled. Then +she called in an effort at cheeriness. “Don’t forget, +Mrs. Moore, that you promised to take October for +a real vacation and not sew a bit after you finish the +silk dress.”</p> +<p>“I promise!” the mother called. “Peter and I will +just play. Write to us often.”</p> +<p>Mr. Hanson, finding that it was late, drove rapidly +to the station, and it was well that he did, for +the train was just drawing in when they arrived. +Dories quickly purchased a ticket and checked her +trunk with the expressman’s help, then, climbing +aboard, chose a seat near a window. After all, she +found herself quite pleasurably excited. It was +such a new experience to be traveling alone. Few +of the passengers noticed her and no one spoke. She +was glad, as her mother had warned her not to enter +into conversation with strangers.</p> +<p>As she watched the flying landscape the girl +thought of something her mother had said on the +day that she had asked her to answer her Great-Aunt +Jane’s letter. “I have a reason, Dori, for really +wishing you to go to Siquaw with your aunt,” she +had said. What could that reason be? Not until +Boston was neared did her speculation cease; then +she became conscious of but two emotions, curiosity +about her Great-Aunt Jane and a crushing disappointment +because she had not been able to let +Nann Sibbett know when to meet her.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_27">[27]</div> +<p>When the train finally stopped, Dories, feeling +very young and very much alone, followed the crowd +of passengers into the huge station. She was to +meet her aunt in the woman’s waiting room, and +she stopped a hurrying porter to inquire where she +would find it. Almost timidly she entered the large, +comfortably furnished room, then, seeing an elderly +woman dressed in black, who was sitting stiffly erect, +the girl went toward her as she said diffidently: +“Pardon me, but are <i>you</i> my Great-Aunt Jane?” +The woman threw back a heavy black crepe veil and +her sharp gray eyes gazed up at the girl penetratingly.</p> +<p>“Humph!” was the ungracious reply. “Well, at +least you’ve got your father’s eyes. That’s something +to be thankful for, but I’ve no doubt that you +look like your mother otherwise.”</p> +<p>There was something about the tone in which this +was said that put the girl on the defensive.</p> +<p>“I certainly hope I do look like my darling +mother,” she exclaimed, her diffidence vanishing. +The elderly woman seemed not to hear.</p> +<p>“Sit down, why don’t you?” she said in a querulous +tone. “The train doesn’t go for an hour yet.”</p> +<p>The girl sank into a comfortable chair which +faced the one occupied by her aunt; the back of +which was toward the door.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_28">[28]</div> +<p>For a moment neither spoke, then remembering +the coaching she had received, Dories said hesitatingly, +“I want to thank you, Aunt Jane, for having +invited me to go with you. I am pleased to——”</p> +<p>A sniff preceded the remark that interrupted: “I +know how pleased you are to go with a fussy old +woman to a deserted summer resort. About as +pleased as a cat is out in the rain.” Then, as though +her interest in Dories had ceased, the old woman +drew the heavy crêpe veil down over her face, but +the girl was sure that she could see the sharp eyes +peering through it as though she were intently +watching some object over Dori’s shoulder.</p> +<p>The girl had expected her aunt to be queer, but +this was far worse than her most dismal anticipations. +At last the girl became so nervous that she +glanced back of her to see what her aunt could be +watching. She saw only the open door that led into +the main waiting room of the station. Women were +passing in and out, but that was nothing to stare at. +Seeming, at last, to recall her companion’s presence, +the old woman addressed her: “Dories, you wrote +me that you had a girl friend here in Boston who +would come down to the train to see you off. Why +doesn’t she come?”</p> +<p>“I didn’t have time to let her know, Aunt Jane,” +was the dismal reply. “I’m just ever so disappointed.”</p> +<p>The old woman nodded her head toward the door. +“Is that her?” she asked. “Is that your friend?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_29">[29]</div> +<p>Dories sprang to her feet and turned. A tall girl, +carrying a suitcase, was approaching them. With a +cry of mingled amazement and joy, Dories ran +toward her and held out both hands. “Why, Nann, +darling, it <i>can’t</i> be you.” The newcomer dropped +her bag and they flew into each other’s arms. Then, +standing back, Dori asked, much mystified, “Why, +are you going somewhere Nann?”</p> +<p>It was the old woman who replied grimly: “She +is! I invited her to go with us. There now! Don’t +try to thank me.” She held up a protesting hand +when Dori, flushed and happy, turned toward her. +“I did it for myself, I can assure you. I knew having +you moping around for a month wouldn’t add +any to <i>my</i> pleasure.”</p> +<p>An embarrassing moment was saved by a stentorian +voice in the doorway announcing: “All aboard +for Siquaw Center and way stations.” A colored +porter appeared to carry the bags, and the old +woman, leaning heavily on her cane, limped after +him, followed by the girls, in whose hearts there +were mingled emotions, but joy predominated, for, +however terrible Dori’s Great-Aunt Jane might be, +at least they were to spend a whole long month +together.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_30">[30]</div> +<h2 id="c4"><br />CHAPTER IV. +<br />SEAWARD BOUND</h2> +<p>There were very few people on the seaward-bound +train; indeed Miss Jane Moore, Nann and +Dories were the only occupants of the chair car. +After settling herself comfortably in the chair nearest +the front, the old woman, with a sweep of her +arm toward the back, said almost petulantly: “Sit +as far away from me as you can. I may want to +sleep, and I know girls. They chatter, chatter, chatter, +titter, titter, titter all about nothing.”</p> +<p>Her companions were glad to obey, and when +they were seated at the rear end of the car, they kept +their heads close together while they visited that they +might not disturb the elderly woman, who, to all +appearances, fell at once into a light doze.</p> +<p>As soon as the train was under way, Dories asked: +“Now do tell me how this perfectly, unbelievably +wonderful thing has happened?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_31">[31]</div> +<p>Nann laughed happily. “Maybe your Great-Aunt +Jane is a fairy godmother in disguise,” she whispered. +They both glanced at the far corner, but the +black veiled figure was much more suggestive of a +witch than a good fairy.</p> +<p>“The disguise surely is a complete one,” Dories +said with a shudder. “My, it gives me the chilly +shivers when I think how I might be going to spend +a whole month alone with her. But now tell me, +just what did happen?”</p> +<p>“Can’t you guess? You wrote your aunt a letter, +didn’t you, telling all about me and even giving the +name of the hotel where Dad and I were staying?”</p> +<p>Dories nodded, “Yes, that’s true. Mother wanted +me to write to Aunt Jane and I couldn’t think of a +thing to tell her about, and so I wrote about you.”</p> +<p>“Well,” Nann continued to enlighten her friend, +“she must have written me that very day inviting me +to be her guest at Siquaw Point for the month of +October, but she asked me not to let you know. +I sent the last picture postcard, the one of our hotel, +just after I had received her letter, and you can +imagine how wild I was to tell you. I hadn’t started +going to the Boston High. Dear old Dad said a +month later wouldn’t matter, and so here I am.” +The girls clasped hands and beamed joyfully at each +other.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_32">[32]</div> +<p>Dories’ next glance toward the sleeping old +woman was one of gratitude. “I’m going to try hard +to love her, that is, if she’ll let me.” Then, after a +thoughtful moment, Dories continued: “Great-Aunt +Jane must have been very different when Dad was a +boy, for he cared a lot for her, Mother said.” Then +with one of her quick changes she exclaimed in a +low voice, “Nann Sibbett, I have lain awake nights +dreading the dismal month I was to spend at that +forsaken summer resort. I just knew there’d be +ghosts in those boarded-up cottages, but now that +you’re going to be with me, I almost hope that something +exciting will happen.”</p> +<p>“So do I!” Nann agreed.</p> +<p>It was four o’clock when the train, which consisted +of an engine, two coaches and a chair-car, +stopped in what seemed at first to be but wide +stretches of meadows and marsh lands, but, peering +ahead, the girls saw a few wooden buildings and a +platform. “Siquaw Center!” the brakeman opened +a door to announce. Miss Jane Moore sat up so +suddenly, and when she threw back her veil she +seemed so very wide awake, the girls found themselves +wondering if she had really been asleep at all. +The brakeman assisted the old woman to alight and +placed her bags on the platform, then, hardly pausing, +the train again was under way. Meadows and +marshes stretched in all directions, but about a mile +to the east the girls could see a wide expanse of +gray-blue ocean.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_33">[33]</div> +<p>“I guess the name means the center of the +marshes,” Dori whispered, making a wry face while +her aunt was talking to the station-master, a tall, +lank, red-whiskered man in blue overalls who did +not remove his cap nor stop chewing what seemed to +be a rather large quid.</p> +<p>“Yeah!” the girls heard his reply to the woman’s +question. “Gib’ll fetch the stage right over. Quare +time o’ year for yo’ to be comin’ out, Mis’ Moore, +ain’t it? Yeah! I got your letter this here mornin’. +The supplies ar’ all ready to tote over to yer +cottage.”</p> +<p>The girls were wondering who Gib might be +when they heard a rumbling beyond the wooden +building and saw a very old stage coach drawn by +a rather boney old white horse and driven by a tall, +lank, red-headed boy. A small girl, with curls of +the same color, sat on the high seat at his side. +“Hurry up, thar, you Gib Strait!” the man, who was +recognizable as the boy’s father, called to him. +“Come tote Mis’ Moore’s luggage.” Then the man +sauntered off, having not even glanced in the direction +of the two girls, but the rather ungainly boy +who was hurrying toward them was looking at them +with but slightly concealed curiosity.</p> +<p>Miss Moore greeted him with, “How do you do, +Gibralter Strait.” Upon hearing this astonishing +name, the two girls found it hard not to laugh, but +the lad, evidently understanding, smiled broadly and +nodded awkwardly as Miss Moore solemnly proceeded +to introduce him.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_34">[34]</div> +<p>To cover his embarrassment, the lad hastened to +say. “Well, Miss Moore, sort o’ surprisin’ to see yo’ +hereabouts this time o’ year. Be yo’ goin’ to the +Pint?”</p> +<p>The old woman looked at him scathingly. “Well, +Gibralter, where in heaven’s name would I be going? +I’m not crazy enough yet to stay long in the Center. +Here, you take my bags; the girls can carry their +own.”</p> +<p>“Yessum, Miss Moore,” the boy flushed up to the +roots of his red hair. He knew that he wasn’t making +a very good impression on the young ladies. He +glanced at them furtively as they all walked toward +the stage; then, when he saw them smiling toward +him, not critically but in a most friendly fashion, +there was merry response in his warm red-brown +eyes. What he said was: “If them bags are too +hefty, set ’em down an’ I’ll come back for ’em.”</p> +<p>“O, we can carry them easily,” Nann assured him.</p> +<p>The small girl on the high seat was staring down +at them with eyes and mouth open. She had on a +nondescript dress which very evidently had been +made over from a garment meant for someone older. +When the girls glanced up, she smiled down at them, +showing an open space where two front teeth were +missing.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_35">[35]</div> +<p>“What’s your name, little one?” Nann called up +to her. The lad was inside the coach helping Miss +Moore to settle among her bags.</p> +<p>The child’s grin grew wilder, but she did not +reply. Nann turned toward her brother, who was +just emerging: “What is your little sister’s name?” +she asked.</p> +<p>The boy flushed. Nann and Dori decided that he +was easily embarrassed or that he was unused to +girls of his own age. But they better understood +the flush when they heard the answer: “Her name’s +Behring.” Then he hurried on to explain: “I know +our names are queer. It was Pa’s notion to give us +geography names, being as our last is Strait. That’s +why mine’s Gibralter. Yo’ kin laugh if yo’ want +to,” he added good-naturedly. “I would if ’twasn’t +my name.” Then in a low voice, with a swift glance +toward the station, he confided, “I mean to change +my name when I come of age. I sure sartin do.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_36">[36]</div> +<p>The girls felt at once that they would like this boy +whose sensitive face expressed his every emotion and +who had so evident a sense of humor. They were +about to climb inside of the coach with Miss Moore +when a shrill, querulous voice from a general store +across from the station attracted their attention. A +tall, angular woman in a skimp calico dress stood +there. “Howdy, Miss Moore,” she called, then as +though not expecting a reply to her salutation, she +continued: “Behring Strait, you come here right +this minute and mind the baby. What yo’ gallavantin’ +off fer, and me with the supper gettin’ to +do?” Nann and Dori glanced at each other merrily, +each wondering which strait the baby was named +after.</p> +<p>The small girl obeyed quickly. Mrs. Strait impressed +the listeners as a woman who demanded instant +obedience. As soon as the three passengers +were settled inside, the coach started with a lurch. +The sandy road wound through the wide, swampy +meadows. It was rough and rutty. Miss Moore sat +with closed eyes and, as she was wedged in between +two heavy bags, she was not jounced about as much +as were the girls. They took it good-naturedly, but +Dories found it hard to imagine how she could have +endured the journey if she had been alone with her +queer Aunt Jane. Nann decided that the old woman +feined sleep on all occasions to avoid the necessity +of talking to them.</p> +<p>At last, even above the rattle of the old coach, +could be heard the crashing surf on rocks, and the +girls peered eagerly ahead. What they saw was a +wide strip of sand and a row of weather-beaten cottages, +boarded up, as Dori had prophesied, and beyond +them white-crested, huge gray breakers rushing +and roaring up on the sand.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_37">[37]</div> +<p>The boney white horse came to a sudden stop at +the edge of the beach, nor would it attempt to go +any farther. The boy leaped over a wheel and threw +open the back door. “Guess you’ll have to walk a +piece along the beach, Miss Moore. The coach gets +stuck so often in the sand ol’ Methuselah ain’t takin’ +no chances at tryin’ to haul it out,” he informed the +occupants.</p> +<p>The girls were almost surprised to find that the +horse hadn’t been named after a strait. Miss Moore +threw back her veil and opened her eyes at once. +Upon hearing what the boy had to say, she leaned +forward to gaze at the largest cottage in the middle +of the row. She spoke sharply: “Gibralter, why +didn’t your father carry out my orders? I wrote +him distinctly to open up the cottage and air it out. +Why didn’t he do that when he brought over the +supplies, that’s what I’d like to know? I declare to +it, even if he is your father, I must say Simon Strait +is a most shiftless man.”</p> +<p>The boy said at once, as though in an effort to +apologize: “Pa’s been real sick all summer, Miss +Moore, and like ’twas he fergot it, but I kin open +up easy, if I kin find suthin’ to pry off the boards +with. I think likely I’ll find an axe, anyhow, out in +the back shed whar I used to chop wood fer you. +I’m most sure I will.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_38">[38]</div> +<p>Miss Moore sank back. “Well, hurry up about it, +then. I’ll stay in the coach till you get the windows +uncovered.” When the boy was gone, the woman +turned toward her niece. “Open up that small +black bag, Dories; the one near you, and get out the +back-door key. There’s a hammer just inside on the +kitchen table, if it’s where I left it.” She continued +her directions: “Give it to Gibralter and tell him, +when he gets the boards off the windows, to carry +in some wood and make a fire. A fog is coming in +this minute and it’s as wet as rain.”</p> +<p>The key having been found, the girls ran gleefully +around the cabin in search of the boy. They +found him emerging from a shed carrying a hatchet. +He grinned at them as though they were old friends. +“Some cheerful place, this!” he commented as he +began ripping off the boards from one of the kitchen +windows. “You girls must o’ needed sea air a lot +to come to this place out o’ season like this with +a—a—wall, with a old lady like Miss Moore is.” +Dories felt sure that the boy was thinking something +quite different, but was not saying it because +it was a relative of hers about whom he was talking. +What she replied was: “I can’t understand it myself. +I mean why Great-Aunt Jane wanted to come +to this dismal place after everyone else has gone.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_39">[39]</div> +<p>They were up on the back porch and, as she looked +out across the swampy meadows over which a heavy +fog was settling, then she continued, more to Nann +than to the boy: “I promised Mother I wouldn’t be +afraid of ghosts, but honestly I never saw a spookier +place.”</p> +<p>The boy had been making so much noise ripping +off boards that he had only heard the last two words. +“Spooks war yo’ speakin’ of?” he inquired. “Well, +I guess yo’ll think thar’s spooks enough along about +the middle of the night when the fog horn’s a moanin’ +an’ the surf’s a crashin’ out on the pint o’ rocks, +an’ what’s more, thar <i>is</i> folks at Siquaw Center as +says thar’s a sure enough spook livin’ over in the +ruins that used to be ol’ Colonel Wadbury’s place.”</p> +<p>The girls shuddered and Dories cast a “Didn’t I +tell you so” glance at her friend, but Nann, less fearful +by nature, was interested and curious, and after +looking about in vain for the “ruin”, she inquired +its whereabouts.</p> +<p>Gibralter enlightened them. “O, ’tisn’t in sight,” +he said, “that is, not from here. It’s over beyant +the rocky pint. From the highest rock thar you kin +see it plain.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_40">[40]</div> +<p>Then as he went on around the cottage taking off +boards, the girls followed to hear more of the interesting +subject. “Fine house it used to be when my +Pa was a kid, but now thar’s nothing but stone walls +a standin’. A human bein’ couldn’t live in that ol’ +shell, nohow. But—” the boy could not resist the +temptation to elaborate the theme when he saw +the wide eyes of his listeners, “’long about midnight +folks at the Center do say as how they’ve seen a light +movin’ about in the old ruin. Nobody’s dared to go +near ’nuf to find out what ’tis. The swamps all +about are like quicksand. If you step in ’em, wall, +golly gee, it’s good-bye fer yo’. Leastwise that’s +what ol’-timers say, an’ so the spook, if thar is one +over thar, is safe ’nuf from introosion.”</p> +<p>While the boy had been talking, he had removed +all of the wooden blinds, his listeners having followed +him about the cabin. Dories had been so +interested that she had quite forgotten about the +huge key that she had been carrying. “O my!” she +exclaimed, suddenly noticing it. “But then you +didn’t need the hammer after all. Now I’ll skip +around and open the back door, and, Gibralter, will +you bring in some wood, Aunt Jane said, to build +us a fire?”</p> +<p>While the boy was gone, Nann confided merrily, +“There now, Dories Moore, you’ve been wishing for +an adventure, and here is one all ready made and +waiting. Pray, what could be more thrilling than +an old ruin surrounded by an uncrossable swamp and +a mysterious light which appears at midnight?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_41">[41]</div> +<p>The boy returned with an armful of logs left over +from the supply of a previous summer. “Gib,” Nann +addressed him in her friendliest fashion, “may we +call you that? Gibralter is <i>so</i> long. I’d like to visit +your ruin and inspect the ghost in his lair. Really +and truly, isn’t there any way to reach the place?”</p> +<p>The boy looked as though he had a secret which +he did not care to reveal. “Well, maybe there is, +and maybe there isn’t,” he said uncommittedly. +Then, with a brightening expression in his red-brown +eyes, “Anyway, I’ll show you the old ruin if +yo’ll meet me at sun-up tomorrow mornin’ out at +the pint o’ rocks.”</p> +<p>“I’m game,” Nann said gleefully. “It sounds interesting +to me all right. How about you, Dori?”</p> +<p>“O, I’m quite willing to see the place from a distance,” +the other replied, “but nothing could induce +me to go very near it.” Neither of the girls thought +of asking the advice of their elderly hostess, who, at +that very moment, appeared around a corner of the +cabin to inquire why it was taking such an endless +time to open up the cottage. Luckily Gib had started +a fire in the kitchen stove, which partly mollified the +woman’s wrath. After bringing in the bags and +supplies, the boy took his departure, and they could +hear him whistling as he drove away through +the fog.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_42">[42]</div> +<h2 id="c5"><br />CHAPTER V. +<br />A NEW EXPERIENCE</h2> +<p>With the closing in of the fog, twilight settled +about the cabin. The old woman, still in her black +bonnet with the veil thrown back, drew a wooden +armed chair close to the stove and held her hands +out toward the warmth. “Open up the box of supplies, +Dories,” she commanded, “and get out some +candles. Then you can fill a hot-water bottle for +me and I’ll go right to bed. No use making a fire +in the front room until tomorrow. You girls are to +sleep upstairs. You’ll find bedding in a bureau up +there. It may be damp, but you’re young. It won’t +hurt you any.”</p> +<p>Dories, having opened up the box of supplies, removed +each article, placing it on the table. At the +very bottom she found a note scribbled on a piece of +wrapping paper: “Out of candles. Send some +tomorrer.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_43">[43]</div> +<p>Miss Moore sat up ramrod-straight, her sharp +gray eyes narrowing angrily. “If that isn’t just like +that shiftless, good-for-nothing Simon Strait. How +did he suppose we could get on without light? I +wish now I had ordered kerosene, but I thought, +just at first, that candles would do.” In the dusk +Nann had been looking about the kitchen. On a +shelf she saw a lantern and two glass lamps. “O, +Miss Moore!” she exclaimed, “Don’t you think +maybe there might be oil in one of those lamps?”</p> +<p>“No, I don’t,” the old woman replied. “I always +had my maid empty them the last thing for fear of +fire.” Nann, standing on a chair, had taken down +the lantern. Her face brightened. “I hear a swish,” +she said hopefully, “and so it must be oil.” With a +piece of wrapping paper she wiped off the dust while +Dories brought forth a box of matches.</p> +<p>A dim, sputtering light rewarded them. “It won’t +last long,” Nann said as she placed the lantern on +the table, “So, Miss Moore, if you’ll tell us what to +do to make you comfortable, we’ll hurry around +and do it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_44">[44]</div> +<p>“Comfortable? Humph! We won’t any of us +be very comfortable with such a wet fog penetrating +even into our bones.” The old woman complained +so bitterly that Dories found herself wondering why +her Great-Aunt Jane had come at all if she had +known that she would be uncomfortable. But she +had no time to give the matter further thought, for +Miss Moore was issuing orders. “Dories, you work +that pump-handle over there in the sink. If it needs +priming, we won’t get any water tonight. Well, +thank goodness, it doesn’t. That’s one thing that +went right. Nann, you rinse out the tea kettle, fill +it and set it to boil. Now you girls take the lantern +and go to my bedroom. It’s just off the big front +room, so you can’t miss it; open up the bottom +bureau drawer and fetch out my bedding. We’ll +hang it over chairs by the stove till the damp gets +out of it.”</p> +<p>Nann took the sputtering lantern and, being the +fearless one of the two, she led the way into the big +front room of the cabin. The furniture could not +be seen for the sheetlike coverings. In the dim light +the girls could see a few pictures turned face to the +wall. “Oh-oo!” Dories shuddered. “It’s clammily +damp in here. Think of it, Nann, can you conceive +<i>what</i> it would have been like for <i>me</i> if I had come +all alone with Aunt Jane? Well, I know just as well +as I know anything that I would never have lived +through this first night.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_45">[45]</div> +<p>Nann laughed merrily. “O, Dori,” she exclaimed +as she held the lantern up, “Do look at this wonderful, +huge stone fireplace. I’m sure we’re going to +enjoy it here when we get things straightened around +and the sun is shining. You see if we don’t.” Nann +was opening a door which she believed must lead +into Miss Moore’s bedroom, and she was right. The +dim, flickering light revealed an old-fashioned hand-turned +bed with four high posts. Near was an +antique bureau, and Dori quickly opened the bottom +drawer and took out the needed bedding. With her +arms piled high, she followed the lantern-bearer back +to the kitchen. Miss Moore had evidently not moved +from her chair by the stove. “Put on another piece +of wood, Dori,” she commanded. “Now fetch all +the chairs up and spread the bedding on it.”</p> +<p>When this had been done, the teakettle was singing, +and Nann said brightly, “What a little optimist +a teakettle is! It sings even when things are +darkest.”</p> +<p>“You mean when things are hottest,” Dori put in, +actually laughing.</p> +<p>The old woman was still giving orders. “The +dishes are in that cupboard over the table,” she nodded +in that direction. “Fetch out a cup and saucer, +Dories, wash them with some hot water and make +me a cup of tea. Then, while I drink it, you can +both spread up my bed.”</p> +<p>Fifteen minutes later all these things had been +accomplished. The old woman acknowledged that +she was as comfortable as possible in her warm bed. +When they had said good-night, she called, “Dories, +I forgot to tell you the stairway to your room leads +up from the back porch.” Then she added, as an +afterthought, “You girls will want to eat something, +but for mercy sake, do close the living-room door +so I won’t hear your clatter.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_46">[46]</div> +<p>Nann, whose enjoyment of the situation was real +and not feined, placed the sputtering lantern on the +kitchen table while Dories softly closed the door as +she had been directed. Then they stood and gazed +at the supplies still in boxes and bundles on the +oilcloth-covered table. “I never was hungrier!” +Dories announced. “But there isn’t time to really +cook anything before the light will go out. Oh-oo! +Think how terrible it would be to have to climb up +that cold, wet outside stairway to a room in the loft +and get into cold, wet bedding, and all in the dark.”</p> +<p>Nann laughed. “Well, I’ll confess it <i>is</i> rather +spooky,” she agreed, “and if I believed in ghosts +I might be scared.” Then, as the lantern gave a +warning flicker, the older girl suggested: “What +say to turning out the light and make more fire in +the stove? It really is quite bright over in that +corner.”</p> +<p>“I guess it’s the only thing to do,” Dori acknowledged +dolefully. “O goodie,” she added more cheerfully +as she held up a box of crackers. “These, with +butter and some sardines, <i>ought</i> to keep us from +starving.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_47">[47]</div> +<p>“Great!” Nann seemed determined to be appreciative. +“And for a drink let’s have cambric tea +with canned milk and sugar. Now the next thing, +where is a can opener?”</p> +<p>She opened a drawer in the kitchen table and +squealed exultingly, “Dories Moore, see what I’ve +found.” She was holding something up. “It’s a +little candle end, but it will be just the thing if we +need a light in the night when our oil is gone.”</p> +<p>“Goodness!” Dories shuddered. “I hope we’ll +sleep so tight we won’t know it is night until after +it’s over.”</p> +<p>Nann had also found a can opener and they were +soon hungrily eating the supper Dories had suggested. +“I call this a great lark!” the older girl said +brightly. They were sitting on straight wooden +chairs, drawn close to the bright fire, and their +viands were on another chair between them.</p> +<p>“The kitchen is so nice and warm now that I hate +plunging out into the fog to go upstairs,” Dori shudderingly +remarked. “I presume that is where Aunt +Jane’s maid used to sleep. Mumsie said she had one +named Maggie who had been with her forever, +almost. But she died last June. That must be why +Aunt Jane didn’t come here this summer.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_48">[48]</div> +<p>When the girls had eaten all of the sardines and +crackers and had been refreshed with cambric tea, +they rose and looked at each other almost tragically. +Then Nann smiled. “Don’t let’s give ourselves time +to think,” she suggested. “Let’s take a box of +matches. You get one while I relight the lantern. +I have the candle end in my pocket. Now, bolster +up your courage and open the door while I shelter +our flickering flame from the cold night air that +might blow it out.”</p> +<p>Dories had her hand on the knob of the door +which led out upon the back porch, but before opening +it, she whispered, “Nann, you don’t suppose that +ghost over in the ruin ever prowls around anywhere +else, do you?”</p> +<p>“Of course not, silly!” Nann’s tone was reassuring. +“There isn’t a ghost in the old ruin, or anywhere +else for that matter. Now open the door and +let’s ascend to our chamber.”</p> +<p>The fog on the back porch was so dense that it +was difficult for the girls to find the entrance to their +boarded-in stairway. As they started the ascent, +Nann in the lead, they were both wondering what +they would find when they reached their loft bedroom.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_49">[49]</div> +<h2 id="c6"><br />CHAPTER VI. +<br />A LIGHT IN THE DARK</h2> +<p>The girls cautiously crept up the back stairway +which was sheltered from fog and wind only by +rough boards between which were often wide cracks. +Time and again a puff of air threatened to put out +the flickering flame in the lantern. With one hand +Nann guarded it, lest it suddenly sputter out and +leave them in darkness. There was a closed door +at the top of the stairs, and of course, it was locked, +but the key was in it.</p> +<p>“Doesn’t that seem sort of queer?” Dories asked +as her friend unlocked the door, removed the key +and placed it on the inside.</p> +<p>“Well, it does, sort of,” Nann had to acknowledge, +“but I’m mighty glad it was there, or how else +could we have entered?”</p> +<p>Dories said nothing, but, deep in her heart, she +was wishing that she and Nann were safely back in +Elmwood, where there were electric lights and other +comforts of civilization.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_50">[50]</div> +<p>Holding the lantern high, the girls stood in the +middle of the loft room and looked around. It was +unfinished after the fashion of attics, and though +it was quite high at the peak, the sloping roof made +a tent-like effect. There were two windows. One +opened out toward the rocky point, above which a +continuous inward rush of white breakers could be +seen, and the other, at the opposite side, opened +toward swampy meadows, a mile across which on +clear nights could be seen the lights of Siquaw +Center.</p> +<p>A big, old-fashioned high posted bed, an equally +old-fashioned mahogany bureau and two chairs were +all of the furnishings.</p> +<p>They found bedding in the bureau drawers, as +Miss Moore had told them. Placing the lantern on +the bureau, Nann said: “If we wish to have light +on the subject, we’d better make the bed in a hurry. +You take that side and I’ll take this, and we’ll have +these quilts spread in a twinkling.”</p> +<p>Dories did as she was told and the bed was soon +ready for occupancy. Then the girls scrambled out +of their dresses, and, just as they leaped in between +the quilts, the flame in the lantern sputtered and +went out.</p> +<p>Dories clutched her friend fearfully. “Oh, Nann,” +she said, “we never looked under the bed nor behind +that curtained-off corner. I don’t dare go to sleep +unless I know what’s there.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_51">[51]</div> +<p>Her companion laughed. “What do you ’spose +is there?” she inquired.</p> +<p>“How can I tell?” Dories retorted. “That’s why +I wish we had looked and then I would know.”</p> +<p>Her friend’s voice, merry even in the darkness, +was reassuring. “I can tell you just as well as if +I had looked,” she announced with confidence. “Back +of these curtains, you would find nothing but a row +of nails or hooks on which to hang our garments +when we unpack our suitcases, and under the bed +there is only dust in little rolled-up heaps—like as +not. Now, dear, let’s see who can go to sleep first, for +you know we have an engagement with our friend, +Gibralter Strait, at sunrise tomorrow morning.”</p> +<p>“You say that as though you were pleased with +the prospect,” Dories complained.</p> +<p>“Pleased fails to express the joy with which I +anticipate the——” Nann said no more, for Dories +had clutched her, whispering excitedly, “Hark! +What was that noise? It sounds far off, maybe +where the haunted ruin is.”</p> +<p>Nann listened and then calmly replied: “More +than likely it’s the fog horn about which Gib told us, +and that other noise is the muffled roar of the surf +crashing over the rocks out on the point. If there +are any more noises that you wish me to explain, +please produce them now. If not, I’m going to +sleep.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_52">[52]</div> +<p>After that Dories lay very still for a time, confident +that she wouldn’t sleep a wink. Nann, however, +was soon deep in slumber and Dories soon followed +her example. It was midnight when she +awakened with a start, sat up and looked about her. +She felt sure that a light had awakened her. At first +she couldn’t recall where she was. She turned toward +the window. The fog had lifted and the night was +clear. For a moment she sat watching the white, +rushing line of the surf, then, farther along, she saw +a dark looming object.</p> +<p>Suddenly she clutched her companion. “Nann,” +she whispered dramatically, “there it is! There’s a +light moving over by the point. Do you suppose +that’s the ghost from the old ruin?”</p> +<p>“The what?” Nann sat up, dazed from being so +suddenly awakened. Then, when Dories repeated +her remark, her companion gazed out of the window +toward the point.</p> +<p>“H’m-m!” she said, “It’s a light all right. A lantern, +I should say, and its moving slowly along as +though it were being carried by someone who is +searching for something among the rocks.”</p> +<p>Dori’s hold on her friend’s arm became tighter. +“It’s coming this way! I’m just ever so sure that +it is. Oh, Nann, why did we come to this dreadful +place? What if that light came right up to this cottage +and saw that it wasn’t boarded up and knew +someone was here and——”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_53">[53]</div> +<p>Nann chuckled. “Aren’t you getting rather mixed +in your figures of speech?” she teased. “A lantern +can’t see or know, but of course I understand that +you mean the-well-er-person carrying the lantern. +I suppose you will agree that it is a person, for +ghosts don’t have to carry lanterns, you know.”</p> +<p>“How do you know so much about ghosts, since +you say there are no such things?” Dori flared.</p> +<p>“Well, nothing can’t carry a lantern, can it?” was +the unruffled reply. Then the two girls were silent, +watching the light which seemed now and then to +be held high as though whoever carried it paused at +times to look about him and then continued to search +on the rocks.</p> +<p>Slowly, slowly the light approached the row of +boarded-up cabins. The girls crept from bed and +knelt at the window on the seaward side. Nann, +because she was interested, and Dori because she did +not want to be left alone.</p> +<p>“Do you think it’s coming this far?” came the +anxious whisper. Nann shook her head. “No,” she +said, “it’s going back toward the point and so I’m +going back to bed. I’m chilled through as it is.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_54">[54]</div> +<p>They were soon under the covers and when they +again glanced toward the window the light had disappeared. +“Seems to have been swallowed up,” +Nann remarked.</p> +<p>“Maybe it’s fallen over the cliff. I almost hope +that it has, and been swept out to sea.”</p> +<p>“Meaning the lantern, I suppose, or do you mean +the carrier thereof?”</p> +<p>“Nann Sibbett, I don’t see how you can help being +just as afraid of whatever it is, or, rather of whoever +it is, as I am.”</p> +<p>“Because I am convinced that since it, or he, +doesn’t know of my existence, I am not the object +of the search, so why should I be afraid? Now, Miss +Dories Moore, if you wish to stay awake speculating +as to what became of that light, you may, but I’m +going to sleep, and, if this loft bedroom of ours is +just swarming with ghosts and mysterious lights, +don’t you waken me to look at them until morning.”</p> +<p>So saying, Nann curled up and went to sleep. +Dories, fearing that she would again be awakened +by a light, drew the quilt up over her head so that +she could not see it.</p> +<p>Although she was nearly smothered, like an +ostrich, she felt safer, and in time she too slept, but +she dreamed of headless horsemen and hollow-eyed +skeletons that walked out on the rocky point at midnight +carrying lanterns.</p> +<p>It was nearing dawn when a low whistle outside +awakened the girls.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_55">[55]</div> +<p>“It’s Gibralter Strait, I do believe,” Nann declared, +at once alert. Then, as she sprang up, she +whispered, “Do hurry, Dori. I feel ever so sure +that we are this day starting on a thrilling adventure.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_56">[56]</div> +<h2 id="c7"><br />CHAPTER VII. +<br />THE PHANTOM YACHT</h2> +<p>The girls dressed hurriedly and silently, then +crept down the boarded-in stairway and emerged +upon the back porch of the cottage. It was not yet +dawn, but a rosy glow in the east assured them that +the day was near.</p> +<p>The waiting lad knew that the girls had something +to tell, nor was he wrong.</p> +<p>“Oh, Gibralter, what do you think?” Dories began +at once in an excited whisper that they might not +disturb Great-Aunt Jane, who, without doubt, was +still asleep.</p> +<p>“I dunno. What?” the boy was frankly curious.</p> +<p>“We saw it last night. We saw it with our very +own eyes! Didn’t we, Nann?” The other maiden +agreed.</p> +<p>“You saw what?” asked the mystified boy, looking +from one to the other. Then, comprehendingly, he +added: “Gee, you don’ mean as you saw the spook +from the old ruin, do you?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_57">[57]</div> +<p>Dories nodded, but Nann modified: “Not that, +Gibralter. Since there is no such thing as a ghost, +how could we see it? But we did see the light you +were telling about. Someone was walking along the +rocks out on the point carrying a lighted lantern.”</p> +<p>“Wall,” the boy announced triumphantly, “that +proves ’twas a spook, ’cause human beings couldn’t +get a foothold out there, the rocks are so jagged +and irregular like. But come along, maybe we can +find footprints or suthin’.”</p> +<p>The sun was just rising out of the sea when the +three young people stole back of the boarded-up cottages +that stood in a silent row, and emerged upon +the wide stretch of sandy beach that led toward the +point.</p> +<p>The tide was low and the waves small and far out. +The wet sand glistened with myriad colors as the +sun rose higher. The air was tinglingly cold and, +once out of hearing of the aunt, the girls, no longer +fearful, ran along on the hard sand, laughing and +shouting joyfully, while the boy, to express the +exuberance of his feelings, occasionally turned a +hand-spring just ahead of them.</p> +<p>“Oh, what a wonderful morning!” Nann exclaimed, +throwing out her arms toward the sea and +taking a deep breath. “It’s good just to be alive.”</p> +<p>Dories agreed. “It’s hard to believe in ghosts on +a day like this,” she declared.</p> +<p>“Then why try?” Nan merrily questioned.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_58">[58]</div> +<p>They had reached the high headland of jagged +rocks that stretched out into the sea, and Gibralter, +bounding ahead, climbed from one rock to another, +sure-footed as a goat but the girls remained on the +sand.</p> +<p>When he turned, they called up to him: “Do you +see anything suspicious looking?”</p> +<p>“Nixy!” was the boy’s reply. Then anxiously: +“D’ye think yo’ girls can climb on the tip-top rock?” +Then, noting Dories’ anxious expression as she +viewed the jagged cliff-like mass ahead of her, he +concluded with. “O, course yo’ can’t. Hold on, I’ll +give yo’ a hand.”</p> +<p>Very carefully the boy selected crevices that made +stairs on which to climb, and the girls, delighted +with the adventure, soon arrived on the highest rock, +which they were glad to find was so huge and flat +that they could all stand there without fear of +falling.</p> +<p>“This is a dizzy height,” Dories said, looking +down at the waves that were lazily breaking on the +lowest rocks. “But there’s one thing that puzzles me +and makes me think more than ever that what we +saw last night was a ghost.”</p> +<p>“I know,” Nann put in. “I believe I am thinking +the same thing. <i>How</i> could a man walk back and +forth on these jagged rocks carrying a lantern?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_59">[59]</div> +<p>“Huh,” their companion remarked, “Spooks kin +walk anywhar’s they choose.”</p> +<p>“Why, Gibralter Strait, I do believe that you think +there is a ghost in—” She paused and turned to +look in the direction that the boy was pointing. On +the other side of the point, below them, was a swamp, +dense with high rattling tullies and cat-tails. It +looked dark and treacherous, for, as yet, the sunlight +had not reached it. About two hundred feet back +from the sea stood the forlorn ruin of what had +once been, apparently, a fine stone mansion.</p> +<p>Two stained white pillars, standing in front, were +like ghostly sentinels telling where the spacious +porch had been. Behind them were jagged heaps of +crumbling rock, all that remained of the front and +side walls. The wall in the rear was still standing, +and from it the roof, having lost its support in front, +pitched forward with great yawning gaps in it, where +chimneys had been.</p> +<p>Dories unconsciously clung to her friend as they +stood gazing down at the old ruin. “Poor, poor +thing,” Nann said, “how sad and lonely it must be, +for, I suppose, once upon a time it was very fine +home filled with love and happiness. Wasn’t it, +Gibralter? If you know the story of the old house, +please tell it to us?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_60">[60]</div> +<p>The boy cast a quick glance at the timid Dories. +“I dunno as I’d ought to. She scares so easy,” he +told them.</p> +<p>“I’ll promise not to scare this time,” Dories hastened +to say. “Honest, Gib, I am as eager to hear +the story as Nann is, so please tell it.”</p> +<p>Thus urged, the boy began. He did not speak, +however, in his usual merry, bantering voice, but in +a hollow whisper which he believed better fitted to +the tale he had to tell.</p> +<p>“Wall,” he said, as he seated himself on a rock, +motioning the girls to do likewise, “I might as well +start way back at the beginnin’. Pa says that this +here house was built nigh thirty year ago by a fine +upstandin’ man as called himself Colonel Wadbury +and gave out that he’d come from Virginia for his +gal’s health. Pa said the gal was a sad-lookin’ creature +as ever he’d set eyes on, an’ bye an’ bye ’twas +rumored around Siquaw that she was in love an’ +wantin’ to marry some furreigner, an’ that the old +Colonel had fetched her to this out-o’-the-way place +so that he could keep watch on her. He sure sartin +built her a fine mansion to live in.</p> +<p>“Pa said ’twas filled with paintin’s of ancestors, +and books an’ queer furreign rugs a hangin’ on the +walls, though thar was plenty beside on the floor. +Pa’d been to a museum up to Boston onct, an’ he +said as ’twas purty much like that inside the place.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_61">[61]</div> +<p>“Wall, when ’twas all finished, the two tuk to livin’ +in it with a man servant an’ an old woman to keep +an eye on the gal, seemed like.</p> +<p>“’Twan’t swamp around here in those days, ’twas +sand, and the Colonel had a plant put in that grew +all over—sand verbeny he called it, but folks in +Siquaw Center shook their heads, knowin’ as how +the day would come when the old sea would rise up +an’ claim its own, bein’ as that had all been ocean +onct on a time.</p> +<p>“Pa says as how he tol’ the Colonel that he was +takin’ big chances, buildin’ a house as hefty as that +thar one, on nothin’ but sand, but that wan’t all he +built either. Furst off ’twas a high sea wall to keep +the ocean back off his place, then ’twas a pier wi’ +lights along it, and then he fetched a yacht from +somewhere.</p> +<p>“Pa says he’d never seen a craft like it, an’ he’d +been a sea-farin’ man ever since the North Star tuk +to shinin’, or a powerful long time, anyhow. That +yacht, Pa says, was the whitest, mos’ glistenin’ thing +he’d ever sot eyes on. An’ graceful! When the +sailors, as wore white clothes, tuk to sailin’ it up and +down, Pa says folks from Siquaw Center tuk a holiday +just to come down to the shore to watch the +craft. It slid along so silent and was so all-over +white, Gus Pilsley, him as was school teacher days +and kep’ the poolhall nights, said it looked like a +‘phantom yacht,’ an’ that’s what folks got to +callin’ it.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_62">[62]</div> +<p>“Pa says it was well named, for, if ever a ghost +rode on it, ’twas the gal who went out sailin’ every +day. Sometimes the Colonel was with her, but most +times ’twas the old woman, but she never was let to +go alone. The Colonel’s orders was that the sailors +shouldn’t go beyond the three miles that was American. +He wasn’t goin’ to have his gal sailin’ in waters +that was shared by no furreigners, him bein’ that sot +agin them, like as not because the gal wanted to +marry one of ’em. So day arter day, early and late, +Pa says, she sailed on her ‘Phantom Yacht’ up and +down but keepin’ well this side o’ the island over +yonder.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_63">[63]</div> +<p>Gibralter had risen and was pointing out to sea. +The girls stood at his side shading their eyes. +“That’s it!” he told them. “That’s the island. It’s +on the three-mile line, but Pa says it’s the mos’ +treacherous island on this here coast, bein’ as thar’s +hidden shoals fer half a mile all around it, an’ thar’s +many a whitenin’ skeleton out thar of fishin’ boats +that went too close.” The lad reseated himself and +the girls did likewise. Then he resumed the tale. +“Wall, so it went on all summer long. Pa says if +you’d look out at sunrise like’s not thar’d be that +yacht slidin’ silent-like up and down. Pa says it got +to hauntin’ him. He’d even come down here on +moonlit nights an’, sure nuf, thar’d be that Phantom +Yacht glidin’ around, but one night suthin’ happened +as Pa says he’ll never forget if he lives to be as old +as Methusalah’s grandfather.”</p> +<p>“W-what happened?” the girls leaned forward. +“Did the yacht run on the shoals?” Nann asked +eagerly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_64">[64]</div> +<h2 id="c8"><br />CHAPTER VIII. +<br />WHAT HAPPENED</h2> +<p>Gibralter was thoroughly enjoying their suspense. +“Wall,” he drawled, making the moment as +dramatic as possible, “’long about midnight, once, Pa +heard a gallopin’ horse comin’ along the road from +the sea. Pa knew thar wan’t no one as rode horseback +but the old Colonel himself, an’, bein’ as he’d +been gettin’ gouty, he hadn’t been doin’ much ridin’ +of late days, Pa said, but thar was somethin’ about +the way the horse was gallopin’ that made Pa sit +right up in bed. He an’ Ma’d jest been married an’ +started keepin’ house in the store right whar we live +now. Pa woke up and they both listened. Then +they heard someone hollerin’ an’ Pa knew ’twas the +old Colonel’s voice, an’ Ma said, ‘Like’s not someone’s +sick over to the mansion!’ Pa got into his +clothes fast as greased lightnin’, took a lantern and +went down to the porch, and thar was the ol’ Colonel +wi’out any hat on. His gray hair was all rumped +up and his eyes was wild-like. Pa said the ol’ Colonel +was brown as leather most times, but that night he +was white as sheets.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_65">[65]</div> +<p>“As soon as the Colonel saw Pa, he hollered, +‘Whar kin I get a steam launch? I wanta foller my +daughter. She an’ the woman that takes keer o’ her +is plumb gone, an’, what’s more, my yacht’s gone +too. They’ve made off wi’ it. That scalawag of a +furriner that’s been wantin’ to marry her has kidnapped +’em all. She’s only seventeen, my daughter +is, an’ I’ll have the law on him.’</p> +<p>“Pa said when he got up clost to the horse the +Colonel was ridin’, he could see the old man was +shakin’ like he had the palsy. Pa didn’t know no +place at all whar a steam launch could be had, leastwise +not near enuf to Siquaw to help any, so the old +Colonel said he’d take the train an’ go up the coast +to a town whar he could get a launch an’ he’d chase +arter that slow-sailin’ yacht an’ he’d have the law on +whoever was kidnappin’ his daughter.</p> +<p>“The ol’ Colonel was in an awful state, Pa said. +He went into the store part o’ our house and paced +up an’ down, an’ up an’ down, an’ up an’ down, till +Pa thought he must be goin’ crazy, an’ every onct +in a while he’d mutter, like ’twas just for himself +to hear, ‘She’ll pay fer this, Darlina will!’”</p> +<p>The boy looked up and smiled at his listeners. +“Queer name, wasn’t it?” he queried. “Most as +funny as my name, but I guess likely ’taint quite.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_66">[66]</div> +<p>“I suppose they wanted to call her something that +meant darling,” Dories began, but Nann put in +eagerly with, “Oh, Gib, do go on. What happened +next? Did the old Colonel go somewhere and get +a fast boat and overtake the yacht. I do hope that +he didn’t.”</p> +<p>“Wall, than yo’ get what yer hopin’ fer, all right. +About a week arter he’d took the early mornin’ train +along back came the ol’ Colonel, Pa said, an’ he +looked ten year older. He didn’t s’plain nothin’, but +gave Pa some money fer takin’ keer o’ his horse +while he’d been gone, an’ then back he came here to +his house an’ lived shut in all by himself an’ his man-servant +for nigh ten year, Pa said. Nobody ever +set eyes on him; his man-servant bein’ the only one +who came to the store for mail an’ supplies, an’ he +never said nuthin’, tho Pa said now an’ then he’d +ask if Darlina’d been heard from. He knew when +he’d ask, Pa said, as how he wouldn’t get any +answer, but he couldn’t help askin’; he was that interested. +But arter a time folks around here began +to think morne’n like the Phantom Yacht, as Pa’d +called it, had gone to the bottom before it reached +wherever ’twas they’d been headin’ fer, when all of +a sudden somethin’ happened. Gee, but Pa said he’d +never been so excited before in all his days as he +was the day that somethin’ happened. It was ten +year ago an’ Pa’d jest had a letter from yer aunt—” +the boy leaned over to nod at Dori, “askin’ him to +go to the Point an’ open up her cottage as she’d +built the summer before. Thar was only two cottages +on the shore then; hers an’ the Burtons’, that’s +nearest the point. Pa said as how he thought he’d +get down thar before sun up, so’s he could get back +in time to open up the store, bein’ as Ma wan’t well, +an’ so he set off to walk to the beach.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_67">[67]</div> +<p>“Pa said he was up on the roof of the front porch +takin’ the blind off thet little front window in the +loft whar yo’ girls sleep when the gray dawn over +to the east sort o’ got pink. Pa said ’twas such a +purty sight he turned ’round to watch it a spell when, +all of a sudden sailin’ right around that long, rocky +island out thar, <i>what</i> should he see but the Phantom +Yacht, her white sails glistening as the sun rose up +out o’ the water. Pa said he had to hold on, he was +so sure it was a spook boat. He couldn’t no-how +believe ’twas real, but thar came up a spry wind wi’ +the sun an’ that yacht sailed as purty as could be +right up to the long dock whar the sailors tied it. +Wall, Pa said he was so flabbergasted that he fergot +all about the blind he was to take off an’ slid right +down the roof and made fer a place as near the long +dock as he could an’ hid behind some rocks an’ +waited. Pa said nothin’ happened fer two hours, +or seemed that long to him; then out of that yacht +stepped the mos’ beautiful young woman as Pa’d +ever set eyes on. He knew at onct ’twas the ol’ +Colonel’s daughter growed up. She was dressed all +in white jest like she’d used to be, but what was +different was the two kids she had holdin’ on to her +hands. One was a boy, Pa said, about nine year old, +dressed in black velvet wi’ a white lace color. Pa +said he was a handsome little fellar, but ’twas the +wee girl, Pa said, that looked like a gold and white +angel wi’ long yellow curls. She was younger’n the +boy by nigh two year, Pa reckoned. Their ma’s +face was pale and looked like sufferin’, Pa said, as +she an’ her children walked up to the sea wall and +went up over the stone steps thar was then to climb +over it. Pa knew they was goin’ on up to the house, +but from whar he hid he couldn’t see no more, an’ +so bein’ as he had to go on back to open up the store, +he didn’t see what the meetin’ between the ol’ Colonel +an’ his daughter was like. How-some-ever it couldn’t +o’ been very pleasant, fer along about noon, Pa said +he recollected as how he had fergot to take off the +blind on yer aunt’s cottage, an’ knowin’ how mad +she’d be, he locked up the store an’ went back down +to the beach, an’ the first thing he saw was that +glistenin’ white yacht a-sailin’ away. The wind had +been gettin’ stiffer all the mornin’ an’ Pa said as he +watched the yacht roundin’ the island, it looked to +him like it was bound to go on the shoals an’ be +wrecked on the rocks. Whoever was steerin’ Pa +said, didn’t seem to know nothin’ about the reefs. +Pa stood starin’ till the yacht was out of sight, an’ +then he heard a hollerin’ an’ yellin’ down the beach, +an’ thar come the ol’ man-servant runnin’ an’ stumblin’ +an’ shoutin’ to Pa to come quick.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_69">[69]</div> +<p>“‘Colonel Wadbury’s took a stroke!’ was what he +was hollerin’, an’ so Pa follered arter him as fast as +he could an’ when they got into the big library-room, +whar all the books an’ pictures was, Pa saw the ol’ +Colonel on the floor an’ his face was all drawed up +somethin’ awful. Pa helped the man-servant get +him to bed, and fer onct the man-servant was willin’ +to talk. He told Pa all that had happened. He said +how Darlina’s furrin husband had died an’ how she +wanted to come back to America to live. She didn’t +ask to live wi’ her Pa, but she did want him to give +her the deed to a country place near Boston. It +’pears her ma had left it for her to have when she +got to be eighteen, but the ol’ Colonel wouldn’t give +her the papers, though they was hers by rights, an’ +he wouldn’t even look at the two children; he jest +turned ’em all right out, and then as soon as they +was gone, he tuk a stroke. ’Twan’t likely, so Pa +said, he’d ever be able to speak again. The man-servant +said as the last words the ol’ Colonel spoke +was to call a curse down on his daughter’s head.</p> +<p>“Wall, the curse come all right,” Gibralter nodded +in the direction of the crumbling ruin, “but ’twas +himself as it hit.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_70">[70]</div> +<p>“You’ll recollect awhile back I was mentionin’ +that folks in Siquaw Center had warned ol’ Colonel +Wadbury not to build a hefty house on shiftin’ sand +that was lower’n the sea. Thar was nothin’ keepin’ +the water back but a wall o’ rocks. But the Colonel +sort o’ dared Fate to do its worst, and Fate tuk +the dare.</p> +<p>“When November set in, Pa says, folks in town +began to take in reefs, so to speak; shuttin’ the +blinds over their windows and boltin’ ’em on to the +inside. Gettin’ ready for the nor’easter that usually +came at that time o’ year, sort o’ headin’ the procession +o’ winter storms. Wall, it came all right; an’ +though ’twas allays purty lively, Pa says that one +beat all former records, and was a howlin’ hurricane. +Folks didn’t put their heads out o’ doors, day or +night, while it lasted, an’ some of ’em camped in +their cellars. That thar storm had all the accompaniments. +Thar was hail beatin’ down as big and +hard as marbles, but the windows, havin’ blinds on +’em, didn’t get smashed. Then it warmed up some, +and how it rained! Pa says Noah’s flood was a +dribble beside it, he’s sure sartin. Then the wind +tuk a turn, and how it howled and blustered. All +the outbuildin’s toppled right over; but the houses +in Siquaw Center was built to stand, and they stood. +Then on the third night, Pa says, ’long about midnight, +thar was a roarin’ noise, louder’n wind or +rain. It was kinder far off at first, but seemed like +’twas comin’ nearer. ‘That thar stone wall’s broke +down,’ Pa told Ma, ‘an’ the sea’s coverin’ the lowland.’</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_71">[71]</div> +<p>“Wall, Pa was right. The tide had never risen +so high in the memory of Ol’ Timer as had been +around these parts nigh a hundred years. The +waves had banged agin that wall till it went down; +then they swirled around the house till they dug the +sand out an’ the walls fell jest like yo’ see ’em now.</p> +<p>“The next mornin’ the sky was clear an’ smilin’, +as though nothin’ had happened, or else as though +’twas pleased with its work. Pa and Gus Pilsley +an’ some other Siquaw men made for the coast to +see what the damage had been, but they couldn’t get +within half a mile, bein’ as the road was under +water. How-some-ever, ’bout a week later, the road, +bein’ higher, dried; but the water never left the lowlands, +an’ that’s how the swamp come all about the +old ruin—reeds and things grew up, just like ’tis +today.</p> +<p>“Pa and Gus come up to this here point an’ looked +down at what was left of the fine stone house. +‘’Pears like it served him right,’ was what the two +of ’em said. Then they went away, and the ol’ place +was left alone. Folks never tried to get to the ruin, +sayin’ as the marsh around it was oozy, and would +draw a body right in.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_72">[72]</div> +<p>“But what became of old Colonel Wadbury and +the man-servant?” Dories inquired.</p> +<p>“Dunno,” the boy replied, laconically. “Some +thar be as guess one thing, and some another. Ol’ +Timer said as how he’d seen two men board the +train that passes through Siquaw Center ’long ’bout +two in the mornin’, but Pa says the storm was +fiercest then, and no trains went through for three +days; and who’d be out to see, if it had? Pa thinks +they tried to get away an’ was washed out to sea an’ +drowned, an’ I guess likely that’s what happened, +all right.”</p> +<p>Dories rose. “We ought to be getting back.” She +glanced at the sun as she spoke. “Aunt Jane may +be needing us.” The other two stood up and for a +moment Nann gazed down at the ruin; then she +called to it: “Some day I am coming to visit you, +old house, and find out the secret that you hold.”</p> +<p>Dories shuddered and seemed glad to climb down +on the side of the rocks where the sun was shining +so brightly and from where one could not see the +dismal swamp and the crumbling old ruin.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_73">[73]</div> +<h2 id="c9"><br />CHAPTER IX. +<br />A MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE</h2> +<p>As they walked along the hard, glistening beach, +Nann glanced over the shimmering water at the +gray, forbidding-looking island in the distance, +almost as though she thought that the Phantom +Yacht might again be seen sailing toward the place +where the dock had been. “Poor Darlina,” she said +turning toward the others, “how I do hope that she +is happy now.”</p> +<p>“Cain’t no one tell as to that, I reckon,” Gib commented, +when Dories asked: “Gibralter, how long +ago did all this happen? How old would that girl +and boy be now?”</p> +<p>“Pa was speakin’ o’ that ’long about last week,” +was the reply. “He reckoned ’twas ten year since +the Phantom Yacht sailed off agin with the mother +and the two little uns. That’d make the boy, Pa +said, about nineteen year old he cal’lated, an’ the wee +girl about fifteen.”</p> +<p>“Then little Darlina would be about our age,” +Dories commented.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_74">[74]</div> +<p>“Why do you think that her name would be the +same as her mother’s?” Nann queried.</p> +<p>“O, just because it is odd and pretty,” was Dories’ +reason. Then, stepping more spryly, she said: “I +do hope Aunt Jane has not been awake long, fretting +for her breakfast. We’ve been gone over two hours +I do believe.”</p> +<p>“Gee!” Gib exclaimed, looking around for his +horse. “I’ll have ter gallop as fast as the ol’ colonel +did that thar night I was tellin’ yo’ about or Pa’ll +be in my wool. I’d ought to’ve had the milkin’ done +this hour past. So long!” he added, bolting suddenly +between two of the boarded-up cottages they +were passing. “Thar’s my ol’ steed out by the +marsh,” he called back to them.</p> +<p>The girls entered the kitchen very quietly and tiptoed +through the living-room hoping that their +elderly hostess had not yet awakened, but a querulous +voice was calling: “Dories, is that you? Why +can’t you be more quiet? I’ve heard you prowling +around this house for the past hour. Going up and +down those outside stairs. I should think you would +know that I want quiet. I came here to rest my +nerves. Bring my coffee at once.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_75">[75]</div> +<p>“Yes, Aunt Jane,” the girl meekly replied. Then, +darting back to the kitchen, she whispered, her eyes +wide and startled, “Nann, somebody has been in this +house while we’ve been away. I do believe it was +that—that person we saw at midnight carrying a +lantern. Aunt Jane has heard footsteps creaking up +and down the stairs to our room.”</p> +<p>Nann’s expression was very strange. Instead of +replying she held out a small piece of crumpled +paper. “I just ran up to the loft to get my apron,” +she said, “and I found this lying in the middle of +our bed.”</p> +<p>On the paper was written in small red letters: “In +thirteen days you shall know all.”</p> +<p>“I have nine minds to tell Aunt Jane that the cabin +must be haunted and that we ought to leave for +Boston this very day,” Dories said, but her companion +detained her.</p> +<p>“Don’t, Dori,” she implored. “I’m sure that there +is nothing that will harm us, for pray, why should +anyone want to? And I’m simply wild to know, +well, just ever so many things. Who prowls about +at midnight carrying a lighted lantern, what he is +hunting for, who left this crumpled paper on our +bed, and what we are to know in thirteen days; but, +first of all, I want to find a way to enter that old +ruin.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_76">[76]</div> +<p>Dories sank down on a kitchen chair. “Nann +Sibbett,” she gasped, “I believe that you are absolutely +the only girl in this whole world who is without +fear. Well,” more resignedly, “if you aren’t +afraid, I’ll try not to be.” Then, springing up, she +added, for the querulous voice had again called: +“Yes, Aunt Jane, I’ll bring your coffee soon.” Turning +to Nann, she added: “We ought to have a +calendar so that we could count the days.”</p> +<p>“I guess we won’t need to.” Nann was making +a fire in the stove as she spoke. “More than likely +the spook will count them for us. There, isn’t that +a jolly fire? Polly, put the kettle on, and we’ll soon +have coffee.”</p> +<p>Dories, being the “Polly” her friend was addressing, +announced that she was ravenously hungry +after their long walk and climb and that she was +going to have bacon and eggs. Nann said merrily, +“Double the order.” Then, while Dories was preparing +the menu, she said softly: “Nann, doesn’t it +seem queer to you that Great-Aunt Jane can live on +nothing but toast and tea? Of course,” she amended, +“this morning she wishes toast and coffee, but she +surely ought to eat more than that, shouldn’t you +think?”</p> +<p>“She would if she got out in this bracing sea air, +but lying abed is different. One doesn’t get so +hungry.” Nann was setting the kitchen table for +two as she talked. After the old woman’s tray had +been carried to her bedside, Dories and Nann ate +ravenously of the plain, but tempting, fare which +they had cooked for themselves. Nann laughed +merrily. “This certainly is a lark,” she exclaimed. +“I never before had such a good time. I’ve always +been crazy to read mystery stories and here we are +living one.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_77">[77]</div> +<p>Dories shrugged. “I’m inclined to think that I’d +rather read about spooks than meet them,” she remarked +as she rose and prepared to wash the dishes.</p> +<p>When the kitchen had been tidied, the two girls +went into the sun-flooded living-room, and began to +make it look more homelike. The dust covers were +removed from the comfortable wicker chairs and +the pictures, that had been turned to face the walls +while the cabin was unoccupied, were dusted and +straightened.</p> +<p>“Now, let’s take a run along the beach and gather +a nice lot of drift wood,” Nann suggested. “You +know Gibralter told us that this is the time of year +when the first winter storm is likely to arrive.”</p> +<p>Dories shuddered. “I hope it won’t be like the +one that wrecked Colonel Wadbury’s house eight +years ago. If it were, it might undermine all of +these cabins, and, how pray, could we escape if the +road was under water?”</p> +<p>“Oh, that isn’t likely to happen,” Nann said comfortingly. +“Our beach is higher than that lowland. +It it does, we’d find a way out, but, Dories, please +don’t be imagining things. We have enough mystery +to puzzle us without conjuring up frightful +catastrophes that probably never will happen.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_78">[78]</div> +<p>Dories stopped at her aunt’s door to tell her their +plans, but the old woman was either asleep or feined +slumber, and so, tiptoeing that she might not disturb +her, the girl went out on the beach, where Nann +awaited her. They were hatless, and as the sun had +mounted higher, even the bright colored sweater-coats +had been discarded.</p> +<p>“It’s such a perfect Indian summer day,” Nann +said. “I don’t even see a tiny, misty cloud.” As +she spoke, she shaded her eyes with one hand and +scanned the horizon.</p> +<p>“Isn’t the island clear? Even that fog bank that +we saw early this morning has melted away.” Then, +whirling about, Dories inquired, “Nann, if we +should see something white coming around that +bleak gray island, what do you think it would be?”</p> +<p>“Why, the Phantom Yacht, of course.”</p> +<p>“What would you do, if it were?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know, Dori. I hadn’t even thought of +the coming of that boat as a possibility, and yet—” +Nann turned a glowing face, “I don’t know why it +might not happen. That little woman, for the sake +of her children, might try a second time to win her +father’s forgiveness. If she came, what a desolate +homecoming it would be; the old house in ruin and +the fate of her father unknown.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_79">[79]</div> +<p>For a moment the two girls stood silent. A gentle +sea breeze blew their sport skirts about them. They +watched the island with shaded eyes as though they +really expected the yacht to appear. Then Nann +laughed, and leaping along the beach, she confessed: +“I know that I’ll keep watching for the return of +the Phantom Yacht just all of the while. The first +thing in the morning and the last thing at night.” +Then, as she picked up a piece of whitening driftwood, +she asked, “Dori, would you rather have the +glistening white yacht appear in the sunrise or in +the moonlight?”</p> +<p>Dories had darted for another piece of wood +higher up the warm beach, but, on returning, she +replied: “Oh, I don’t know; either way would make +a beautiful picture, I should think.” Then, after +picking up another piece, she added: “I’d like to +meet that pretty gold and white girl, wouldn’t you?”</p> +<p>“Maybe we will,” Nann commented, then sang +out: “Do look, Dori, over by the point of rocks, +there is ever so much driftwood. I believe that will +be enough to fill our wood shed if we carry it all in. +I’ve always heard that there are such pretty colors +in the flames when driftwood burns.”</p> +<p>The girls worked for a while carrying the wood +to the shed; then they climbed up on the rocks to +rest, but not high enough to see the old ruin. When +at length the sun was at the zenith, they went indoors +to prepare lunch, and again the old woman +asked only for toast and tea.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_80">[80]</div> +<p>After a leisurely noon hour, the girls returned to +their task; there really being nothing else that they +wanted to do, and, as Nann suggested, if the rains +came they would be well prepared. For a time they +rested, lying full length on the warm sand, and so it +was not until late afternoon that they had carried +in all of the driftwood they could find.</p> +<p>“Goodness!” Dories exclaimed, shudderingly, as +she looked down at her last armful. “Doesn’t it +make you feel queer to know that this wood is probably +the broken-up skeleton of a ship that has been +wrecked at sea?”</p> +<p>“I suppose that is true,” was the thoughtful response. +They had started for the cabin, and a late +afternoon fog was drifting in.</p> +<p>Suddenly Nann paused and stared at the one window +in the loft that faced the sea. Her expression +was more puzzled than fearful. For one brief second +she had seen a white object pass that window. +Dories turned to ask why her friend had delayed. +Nann, not wishing to frighten the more timid girl, +stooped to pick up a piece of driftwood that had +slipped from her arms.</p> +<p>“I’m coming, dear,” she said.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_81">[81]</div> +<p>On reaching the cabin, Nann went at once to the +room of the elderly woman, who had told them in +the morning that she intended to remain in bed for +one week and be waited on. There she was, her +deeply-set dark eyes watching the door when Nann +opened it and instantly she began to complain: “I +do wish you girls wouldn’t go up and down those +outside stairs any oftener than you have to. They +creaked so about ten minutes ago, they woke me +right up.” Then she added, “Please tell Dories to +bring me my tea at once.”</p> +<p>Nann returned to the kitchen truly puzzled. It +was always when they were away from the cabin +that the aunt heard someone going up and down the +outside stairway. What could it mean? To Dories +she said, in so calm a voice that suspicion was not +aroused in the heart of her friend, “While you prepare +the tea for your aunt, I’ll go up to the loft +room and make our bed before dark.”</p> +<p>Dories had said truly, Nann Sibbett seemed to be +a girl without fear.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_82">[82]</div> +<h2 id="c10"><br />CHAPTER X. +<br />SOUNDS IN THE LOFT</h2> +<p>Nann half believed that the white object she had +seen at the loft window was but a flashing ray of +the setting sun reflected from the opposite window +which faced the west, and yet, curiosity prompted +her to go to the loft and be sure that it was unoccupied. +This resolution was strengthened when, upon +reaching the cabin, she heard Miss Moore’s querulous +voice complaining that the outer stairs leading +to the room above had been creaking constantly, and +she requested the girls not to go up and down so +often while she was trying to sleep. Nann, knowing +that they had not been to their bedroom since +morning, was a little puzzled by this, and so, bidding +Dories prepare tea for her great-aunt, she went out +on the back porch and started to ascend the stairway. +When the top was reached, she discovered +that the door was locked. For a puzzled moment +the girl believed that the key was on the inside, but, +stopping, she found that she could see through the +keyhole. Although it was dusk, the window in +the loft room, which opened toward the sea, was +opposite and showed a faint reflection of the setting +sun. Nann was relieved but still puzzled, when a +whispered voice at the foot of the stairway called to +her. Turning, Nann saw Dories standing in the +dim light below, holding up the key. “Did you forget +that we brought it down?” she inquired.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_83">[83]</div> +<p>As Nann hurriedly descended, she noticed that +the stairs did not creak, nor indeed could they, for +each step was one solid board firmly wedged in +grooves at the sides.</p> +<p>“I believe that we are all of us allowing our +imaginations to run away with us, Miss Moore included,” +Nann said as she returned to the kitchen. +Then added, “Instead of making our bed now, I will +clean the glass lamps and fill them with the oil that +Gibralter brought while it is still twilighty.”</p> +<p>This she did, setting briskly to work and humming +a gay little tune.</p> +<p>It never would do for Nann Sibbett, the fearless, +to allow her imagination to run riot.</p> +<p>Before the lamps were ready to be lighted, the +fog, which stole in every night from the sea, had +settled about the cabin and the fog horn out beyond +the rocky point had started its constantly recurring, +long drawn-out wail.</p> +<p>“Goodness!” Dories said, shudderingly, “listen to +that!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_84">[84]</div> +<p>“I’m listening!” Nann replied briskly. “I rather +like it. It’s so sort of appropriate. You know, at +the movies, when the Indians come on, the weird +Indian music always begins. Now, that’s the way +with the fog.”</p> +<p>She paused to scratch a match, applied the flame +to the oil-saturated wick of a small glass lamp and +stood back admiringly. “There, friend o’ mine,” +she exclaimed, “isn’t that cheerful?”</p> +<p>Dories, instead of looking at the circle of light +about the lamp, looked at the wavering shadows in +the corners, then at the heavy gray fog which hung +like curtains at the windows. She huddled closer to +the stove. “If this place spells cheerfulness to you,” +she remarked, “I’d like to know what would be +dismal.”</p> +<p>Nann whirled about and faced her friend and for +a moment she was serious.</p> +<p>“I’m going to preach,” she threatened, “so be +prepared. I haven’t the least bit of use in this world +for people who are mercurial. What right have we +to mope about and create a dismal atmosphere in +our homes, just because we can’t see the sunshine. +We know positively that it is shining somewhere, +and we also know that the clouds never last long. +I call it superlative selfishness to be variable in disposition. +Pray, why should we impose our doleful +moods on our friends?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_85">[85]</div> +<p>Then, noting the downcast expression of her +friend, Nann put her arms about her as she said +penitently, “Forgive me, dear, if I hurt your feelings. +Of course it is dismal here and we could be +just miserable if we wanted to be, but isn’t it far +better to think of it all as an adventure, a merry +lark? We know perfectly well that there is no such +thing as a ghost, but the setting for one is so perfect +we just can’t resist the temptation to pretend +that——”</p> +<p>Nann said no more for something had suddenly +banged in the loft room over their heads.</p> +<p>Dories sat up with a start, but Nann laughed gleefully. +“You see, even the ghost knows his cue,” she +declared. “He came into the story just at the right +moment. He can’t scare me, however,” Nann continued, +“for I know exactly what made the bang. +When I was upstairs I noticed that the blind to the +front window had come unfastened, and now that +the night wind is rising, the two conspired to make +us think a ghost had invaded our chamber.” Then, +having placed a lighted lamp on the kitchen table and +another on a shelf near the stove, the optimistic girl +whirled and with arms akimbo she exclaimed, “Mistress +Dori, what will we have for supper? You +forage in the supply cupboard and bring forth your +choice. I vote for hot chocolate!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_86">[86]</div> +<p>“How would asparagus tips do on toast?” This +doubtfully from the girl peering into a closet where +stood row after row of bags and cans.</p> +<p>“Great!” was the merry reply. “And we’ll have +canned raspberries and wafers for desert.”</p> +<p>It was seven when the meal was finished and +nearly eight when the kitchen was tidied. Nann +noticed that Dories seemed intentionally slow and +that every now and then she seemed to be listening +for sounds from above. Ignoring it, however, Nann +put out the light in one lamp and, taking the other, +she exclaimed, “The earlier we go to bed, the earlier +we can get up, and I’m heaps more interested in +being awake by day than by night, aren’t you, Dori? +Are you all ready?”</p> +<p>Dories nodded, preparing to follow her friend +out into the fog that hung like a damp, dense mantle +on the back porch. But, as soon as the door was +opened, a cold, penetrating wind blew out the flame. +“How stupid of me!” Nann exclaimed, backing into +the kitchen and closing the door. “I should have +lighted the lantern. Now stand still where you are, +Dori, and I’ll grope around and find where I left it +after I filled it. Didn’t you think I hung it on the +nail in the corner? Well, if I did, it isn’t there. Get +the matches, dear, will you, and strike one so that +I can see.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_87">[87]</div> +<p>But that did not prove to be necessary, as a sudden +flaming-up of the dying fire in the stove revealed the +lantern standing on the floor near the oil can. Nann +pounced on it, found a match before the glow was +gone, and then, when the lantern sent forth its rather +faint illumination, they again ventured out into +the fog.</p> +<p>All the way up the back stairway Dories expected +to hear a bang in the room overhead, but there was +no sound. She peered over Nann’s shoulder when +the door was opened and the faint light penetrated +the darkness. “See, I was right!” Nann whispered +triumphantly. “The blind blew shut and the hook +caught it. That’s why we didn’t hear it again.”</p> +<p>“Let’s leave it shut,” Dories suggested, “then we +won’t be able to see the lantern out on the point +of rocks if it moves about at midnight.”</p> +<p>Nann, realizing that her companion really was +excitedly fearful, thought best to comply with her +request, and, as there was plenty of air entering the +loft room through innumerable cracks, she knew +they would not smother.</p> +<p>Too, Dories wanted the lantern left burning, but +as soon as Nann was sure that her companion was +asleep, she stealthily rose and blew out the flickering +flame.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_88">[88]</div> +<h2 id="c11"><br />CHAPTER XI. +<br />A QUERULOUS OLD AUNT</h2> +<p>It was daylight when the girls awakened and the +sun was streaming into their bedroom. Nann leaped +to her feet. “It must be late,” she declared as she +felt under her pillow for her wristwatch. She drew +it forth, but with it came a piece of crumpled yellow +paper on which in small red letters was written, +“In twelve days you shall know all.”</p> +<p>Dories luckily had not as yet opened her eyes and +Nann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her +back toward her companion. For a moment she +looked into space meditatively. Should she keep all +knowledge of that bit of paper to herself? She +decided that she would, and slipping it into the +pocket of her sweater-coat, which hung on a chair, +she rose and walked across the room to gaze at the +door. She remembered distinctly that she had +locked it. How could anyone have entered? Not +for one moment did the girl believe that their visitor +had been a ghostly apparition that could pass +through walls and locked doors.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_89">[89]</div> +<p>“Hmm! I see,” she concluded after a second’s +scrutiny. “I did lock the door, but I removed the +key and put it on the table. A pass-key evidently +admitted our visitor.” Then, while dressing, Nann +continued to soliloquize. “I wonder if the person +who walks the cliff carrying the lantern was our +visitor. Perhaps it’s the old Colonel himself or his +man-servant who hides during the day under the +leaning part of the roof, but who walks forth at +night for exercise and air, although surely there +must be air enough in a house that has only one +wall.”</p> +<p>Having completed her toilet, she shook her friend. +“If you don’t wake up soon, you won’t be downstairs +in time for breakfast,” she exclaimed.</p> +<p>Dories sat up with a startled cry. “Oh, Nann,” +she pleaded. “Don’t go down and leave me up here +alone, please don’t! I’ll be dressed before you can +say Jack Robinson, if only you will wait.”</p> +<p>“Well, I’ll be opening this window. I want to see +the ocean.” As Nann spoke, she lifted the hook and +swung out the blind, then exclaimed:</p> +<p>“How wonderfully blue the water is! Oho, someone +is out in the cove with a flat-bottomed boat. +Why, I do believe it is our friend Gibralter. Come +to think of it, he did say that he had been saving his +money for ever so long to buy what he calls a sailing +punt.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_90">[90]</div> +<p>Nann leaned out of the open window and waved +her handkerchief. Then she turned back to smile +at her friend. “It is Gib and he’s sailing toward +shore. Do hurry, Dori, let’s run down to the beach +and call to him.”</p> +<p>Tiptoeing down the flight of stairs, the two girls, +taking hands, scrambled over the bank to the hard +sand that was glistening in the sun.</p> +<p>The boy, having seen them, turned his boat toward +shore, and, as there was very little wind, he let the +sail flap and began rowing.</p> +<p>The tide was low and there was almost no surf.</p> +<p>“Want to come out?” he called as soon as he was +within hailing distance.</p> +<p>“Oh, how I wish we could,” Nann, the fearless, +replied, “but we have duties to attend to first. Come +back in about an hour and maybe we’ll be ready +to go.”</p> +<p>“All right-ho!” the sea breeze brought to them, +then the lad turned into the rising wind, pulled in +the sheet and scudded away from the shore.</p> +<p>“That surely looks like jolly sport,” Nann declared +as, with arms locked, the two girls stood on +a boulder, watching for a moment. Then, “We +ought to go in, for Great-Aunt Jane may have awakened,” +Dories said.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_91">[91]</div> +<p>When the girls tiptoed to the chamber on the lower +floor, they found Miss Moore unusually fretful. +“What a noisy night it was,” she declared, peevishly. +“I came to this place for a complete rest and I just +couldn’t sleep a wink. I don’t see why you girls +have to walk around in the night. Don’t you know +that you are right over my head and every noise you +make sounds as though it were right in this very +room?”</p> +<p>“I’m sorry you were disturbed, Aunt Jane,” Dories +said, but she was indeed puzzled. Neither she nor +Nann had awakened from the hour that they retired +until sunrise.</p> +<p>When the girls were in the kitchen preparing +breakfast, Dories asked, “Nann, do you think that +Great-Aunt Jane may be—I don’t like to say it, but +you know how elderly people do, sometimes, wander +mentally.”</p> +<p>“No, dear,” the other replied, “I do not think +that is true of your aunt.” Then chancing to put +her hand in the pocket of her sweater-coat, and feeling +there the crumpled paper, Nann drew it out and +handed it to Dories.</p> +<p>“Why, where did you find it?” that astonished +maiden inquired when she had read the finely written +words, “In twelve days you shall know all.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_92">[92]</div> +<p>“Under my pillow,” was the reply, “and so you +see who ever leaves these messages has no desire to +harm us, hence there is no reason for us to be afraid. +At first I thought that I would not tell you, but I +want you to understand that your Great Aunt Jane +may have heard footsteps over her head last night, +even though we did not awaken.”</p> +<p>“Well, if you are not afraid, I’ll try not to be,” +Dories assured her friend, but in her heart she knew +that she would be glad indeed when the twelve days +were over.</p> +<p>Later when Dories went into her aunt’s room to +remove the breakfast tray, she bent over the bed +to arrange the pillows more comfortably. Then she +tripped about, tidying the room. Chancing to turn, +she found the dark, deeply sunken eyes of the elderly +woman watching her with an expression that was +hard to define. Jane Moore smiled faintly at the +girl, and there was a tone of wistfulness in her voice +as she said, “I suppose you and Nann will be away +all day again.”</p> +<p>“Why, Aunt Jane,” Dories heard herself saying +as she went to the bedside, “were you lonely? Would +you like to have me stay for a while this morning +and read to you?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_93">[93]</div> +<p>Even as she spoke she seemed to see her mother’s +smiling face and hear her say, “The only ghosts that +haunt us are the memories of loving deeds left undone +and kind words that might have been spoken.” +As yet Dories had not even thought of trying to do +anything to add to her aunt’s pleasure. She was +gratified to see the brightening expression. “Well, +that would be nice! If you will read to me until I +fall asleep, I shall indeed be glad.”</p> +<p>Nann, who had come to the door, had heard, and, +as the girls left the room, she slipped an arm about +her friend, saying, “That was mighty nice of you, +Dori, for I know how much pleasanter it would be +for you to go for a boat ride with Gibralter. I’ll +stay with you if you wish.”</p> +<p>“No, indeed, Nann. You go and see if you can’t +find another clue to the mystery.”</p> +<p>“I feel in my bones that we will,” that maiden +replied as she poured hot water over the few breakfast +dishes. “It would be rather a good joke on—well—on +the ghost, if we solved the mystery sooner +than twelve days. Don’t you think so?”</p> +<p>“But there are so many things that puzzle us,” +Dories protested. “I wish we might catch whoever +it is leaving those messages. That, at least, would +be one mystery solved.”</p> +<p>“I’ll tell you what,” Nann said brightly. “Let’s +put on our thinking caps and try to find some way +to trap the ghost tonight. Well, good-bye for now! +Gib and I will be back soon, I am sure. I’m just +wild to go for a little sail with him in his queer +punt boat.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_94">[94]</div> +<p>Dories stood in the open front door watching as +her friend ran lightly across the hard sand, climbed +to a boulder and beckoned to the boy who was not +far away.</p> +<p>With a half sigh Dories went into her aunt’s room. +Catching a glimpse of her own reflection in a mirror +she was surprised to behold a fretful expression +which plainly told that she was doing something +that she did not want to do in the least. She smiled, +and then turning toward the bed, she asked, “What +shall I read, Aunt Jane?”</p> +<p>“Are there any books in the living room?” the +elderly woman inquired. The girl shook her head. +“There are shelves, but the books have been removed.”</p> +<p>There was a sudden brightening of the deeply +sunken eyes. “I recall now,” the older woman said, +“the books were packed in a box and taken up to the +loft. Suppose you go up there and select any book +that you would like to read.”</p> +<p>For one panicky moment Dories felt that she must +refuse to go alone to that loft room which she believed +was haunted. She had never been up there +without Nann.</p> +<p>“Well, are you going?” The inquiry was not impatient, +but it was puzzled. “Yes, Aunt Jane, I’ll +go at once.” There was nothing for the girl to do +but go. Taking the key from its place in the kitchen, +she began to ascend the outdoor stairway. How she +did wish that she were as fearless as Nann.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_95">[95]</div> +<p>The door opened when the key turned, and Dories +stood looking about her as though she half believed +that someone would appear, either from under the +bed or from behind the curtains that sheltered one +corner.</p> +<p>There was no sound, and, moreover, the loft room +was flooded with sunlight. The box, holding the +books, was readily found. Dories approached it, +lifted the cover and was about to search for an interesting +title when a mouse leaped out, scattering +gnawed bits of paper. Seizing the book on top, +Dories fled.</p> +<p>“What is the matter?” her aunt inquired when, +almost breathless, the girl entered her room.</p> +<p>“Oh—I—I thought it was—but it wasn’t—it was +only a mouse.”</p> +<p>“Of course it was only a mouse,” Miss Moore +said. “I sincerely hope that a niece of mine is not +a coward.”</p> +<p>“I hope not, Aunt Jane.” Then the girl for the +first time glanced at the book she held. The title was +“Famous Ghost Stories of England and Ireland.”</p> +<p>“Very entertaining, indeed,” the elderly woman +remarked, as she settled back among the pillows, and +there was nothing for Dories to do but read one hair-raising +tale after another. Often she glanced at her +wrist-watch. It was almost noon. Why didn’t +Nann come?</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_96">[96]</div> +<h2 id="c12"><br />CHAPTER XII. +<br />A BLEACHED SKELETON</h2> +<p>When Gibralter saw Nann crossing the wide +beach that was shimmering in the light of the early +morning sun, he turned the punt boat and sailed as +close to the point of rocks as he dared go. Then, +letting the sail flap, he took the oars and was soon +alongside a large flat boulder which, at low tide, was +uncovered, although an occasional wave did wash +over it.</p> +<p>“Quick! Watch whar ye step,” he cautioned. +“Thar now. Here’s yer chance. Heave ho.” Then +he added admiringly as the girl stepped into the +middle of the punt without losing her balance, +“Bully fer you. That’s as steady as a boy could +have done it. Whar’s the other gal? Was she +skeered to come?”</p> +<p>Nann seated herself on the wide stern seat of the +flat-bottomed boat before she replied. “Dori wanted +to come just ever so much, but she thought that she +ought to stay at home this morning and read to her +Great-Aunt Jane.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_97">[97]</div> +<p>“Wall, I don’t envy her none,” the lad said as he +stood up to push the boat away from the rocks. +“That ol’ Miss Moore is sure sartin the crabbiest +sort o’ a person seems like to me.” Then as he sat +on the gunnel and pulled on the sheet, he added, +beaming at the girl, “Say, Miss Nann, are ye game +to sail over clost to the island yonder? Like’s not +we’d find the skeleton o’ The Phantom Yacht if it +got wrecked thar, as Pa thinks mabbe it did.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Gib,” the girl’s voice expressed real concern, +“I do hope that beautiful snow-white yacht was not +wrecked. I don’t believe that it was. I feel sure +that those sailors took it safely back across the sea +with that poor heart-broken mother and the boy who +was such a handsome little chap, and the wee gold +and white girl whom your daddy said looked like a +lily. Honestly, Gib, I’d almost rather not sail over +to that cruel island where so many boats have gone +down. If the Phantom Yacht is there, I’d rather not +know it. I’d heaps rather believe that it is still sailing, +perhaps on the blue, blue waters of the Mediterranean.”</p> +<p>The boy looked his disappointment. “I say, Miss +Nann,” he pleaded, “come on, say you’ll go, just this +onct. I’m powerful curious to see what the shoals +look like. I’ve been savin’ and savin’ for ever so +long to buy this here punt boat jest so’s I could cruise +around over thar. Miss Nann, won’t you go?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_98">[98]</div> +<p>The girl laughed. “Gibralter, you look the picture +of distress. I just can’t be hard-hearted enough to +disappoint you. If you’ll promise not to wreck me, +I’ll consent to go at least near enough to see just +what the island looks like.”</p> +<p>With that promise the boy had to be content. A +brisk breeze was blowing from the land and so, before +very long, the two and a half miles that lay +between the shore and the outer shoals were covered +and the long gaunt island of jagged gray rocks +loomed large before them.</p> +<p>“The shoals’ll come up, sudden-like, clost to the +top of the water, most any time now,” Gib said, “so +keep watchin’ ahead. If you see a place whar the +color’s different, sort o’ shallow lookin’, jest sing +out an’ I’ll pull away.”</p> +<p>Nann, thrilling with the excitement of a new adventure, +looked over the side of the punt and into +water so deep and dark green that it seemed bottomless, +but all at once they sailed right over a sharp-pointed +rock. Then another appeared, and another.</p> +<p>“Gib!” the girl’s cry was startled, “you’d better +stop sailing now and take the oars, slowly, for if we +hit a rock, way out here, and capsize, pray, who +would there be to save us?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_99">[99]</div> +<p>Nann shuddered as she gazed ahead at the gray, +grim island. A flock of long-legged, long-beaked +and altogether ungainly looking seabirds arose from +the rocks with shrill, unearthly screams, and, after +circling overhead for a moment they landed a safe +distance away. There was no other sign of life.</p> +<p>Gibralter let the sail flap at the girl’s suggestion +and began to row slowly along on the sheltered side +of the island.</p> +<p>“Hark!” Nann said, lifting one hand. “Just hear +how the surf is pounding on the outer coast. Don’t +go too far, Gib; see how the water swirls around +the rocks where they jut out into the sea.”</p> +<p>As he rowed slowly along, the boy kept a keen-eyed +watch along the shore. “Thar’d ought to be a +place whar a body could land safely,” he said at last. +Then added excitedly as he pointed: “Look’et; thar’s +a big flat shoal that goes way up to the island, an’ +I’m sure as anything this here punt could slide right +up over it an’ never touch bottom. Are ye game to +try it, Miss Nann? Say, are ye?”</p> +<p>The girl looked at the wide, flat shoal that was +about two feet under water and which was evidently +connected with the island. Then she looked at the +eager face of the boy. “I dare, if you dare,” she +said with a bright smile.</p> +<p>Gibralter managed to row the punt boat within a +length of the island over the submerged shoal, and +then it stuck.</p> +<p>“Well,” Nann remarked, “I suppose we will have +to stay here until the rising tide lifts us off.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_100">[100]</div> +<p>“Nary a bit of it,” the boy replied as he stripped +off his shoes and stockings. This done he stepped +over the side of the boat, which, lightened of his +weight, again floated.</p> +<p>Taking the rope at the bow, the lad pulled and +tugged until the punt was high and dry, then Nann +leaped out. Standing on a rock, she shaded her eyes +and gazed back across the three miles of sparkling +blue waters. She could see the eight cottages in a +row on the sandy shore. How strange it seemed to +be looking at them from the island.</p> +<p>“We mustn’t stay long, Gib,” she said to the lad +who was examining the rocks with interest. “When +the tide rises the waves will be higher and that punt +boat of yours may not be very seaworthy.”</p> +<p>“Thar’s nothin’ onusual on this here side,” the +boy soon reported. “’Twon’t take long to climb up +top and see what’s on the other side.” As he spoke, +he began to climb over the rocks, holding out his +hand to assist the sure-footed girl in the ascent.</p> +<p>“There doesn’t seem to be a green thing growing +anywhere,” Nann remarked as she looked about +curiously, “even in the crevices there is nothing but +a silvery gray moss.” Then she inquired, “Are +there any serpents on this island, Gib?”</p> +<p>The boy shook his head. “Never heard tell of +anything hereabouts, ’cept just an octopus. Pa says +onct a fisherman’s boat was pulled under by one of +them critters with a lot of arms sort o’ like snakes.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_101">[101]</div> +<p>Nann stood still and stared at the boy. “Gibralter +Strait,” she cried, “if I thought there was one of +those terrible sea-serpents about here, I’d go right +home this very instant. Why, I’d rather meet a +dozen ghosts than one octopus.”</p> +<p>“I guess ’twant nothin’ but a story,” the boy said, +sorry that he had happened to mention it. “Guess +likely that was all.” Then, as they had reached the +top of the rocks that were piled high, they stood for +a moment side by side gazing down to the rugged +shore far below.</p> +<p>The boy suddenly caught the girl’s arm. “Look! +<a id="rfront" href="#front">Look!” he cried. “That’s what I was wantin’ to find.”</a> +He pointed toward a whitening skeleton of +a boat that was high on the rocks well out of reach +of the surf and about two hundred feet to the left of +where they were standing. “Like as not that wreck’s +been thar nigh unto ten year, shouldn’t you say? +An’ if so, why mightn’t it be ‘The Phantom Yacht’ +as well as any other? I should think it might, +shouldn’t you, Miss Nann?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_102">[102]</div> +<p>“I suppose so,” the girl faltered. “But oh, how +I do hope that it isn’t. I want to believe that the +mother with her boy and girl are safe, somewhere.” +Then pleadingly, “Don’t you think we’d better start +for home now, Gib? I do want to get away before +the tide turns, and even if that old skeleton should +be ‘The Phantom Yacht,’ there would be no way for +us to prove it. You never did know the real name +of the boat, did you?”</p> +<p>“No.” the boy confessed, “I never did. Sort o’ +got to thinkin’ ‘Phantom Yacht’ was its name, but +like’s not ’twasn’t.”</p> +<p>The bleached skeleton of the boat was soon +reached and the lad, leaving Nann standing on a +broad flat rock, scrambled down nearer and began +searching for something that might identify it as +the craft which, many years before, had sailed, white +and graceful, to and fro in the sheltered waters of +the bay, and which had been called “The Phantom +Yacht.”</p> +<p>Half an hour passed, but search as he might, the +disappointed boy found nothing that could identify +the boat. The storms of many winters had stripped +it, leaving but a whitened skeleton and, before long, +even that would be broken up and washed on the +shore where the cottages were, to be gathered and +burned as driftwood.</p> +<p>It was with real regret that Gibralter at last left +the wrecked boat and returned to the side of the girl. +He found her gazing into the swirling green waters +beyond the rocks as though she were fascinated.</p> +<p>“What ye lookin’ at, Miss Nann?” he inquired.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_103">[103]</div> +<p>She turned toward him, wide-eyed. “Gib,” she +said, “I thought I saw that octopus you were telling +about. Look, there it is again! See it stretching +out a long brown arm.”</p> +<p>The boy laughed heartily. “That thar’s sea weeds, +Miss Nann,” he chuckled, “one o’ the long streamer +kind.” Then he added, more seriously, “We’d better +scud ’long. ’Pears like the tide is turnin’.” Then +his optimistic self once again, “All the better if it has +turned. It’ll take us to Siquaw Point a scootin’.”</p> +<p>When they reached the ridge of the island, the +boy looked regretfully back at the grim skeleton. +“D’ye know, Miss Nann,” he remarked, “I’m sure +sartin that we’re leavin’ without findin’ a clue that’s +hidin’ thar waitin’ to be found. I’m sure sartin +we are.”</p> +<p>It was a habit with the boy to repeat, perhaps for +the sake of emphasis.</p> +<p>“Wall,” Nann declared, “to be real honest, Gib, +I’d heaps rather be standing on that sandy stretch of +beach over there where the cottages are than I would +to find any clue that the old skeleton may be concealing.” +Then she laughed, as she accepted his +proffered assistance to descend the rocks. “I don’t +know why, but I feel as though something skeery is +about to happen. Maybe I’m more imaginative on +water than I am on land.”</p> +<p>They slid and scrambled down the rocks and were +nearing the bottom when an ejaculation of mingled +astonishment and dismay escaped from the boy.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_104">[104]</div> +<p>“What is it, Gib?” the girl asked anxiously. “Has +the skeery something happened already?”</p> +<p>“The punt. ’Taint thar. The tide rose sooner’n +I was countin’ on and like’s not that boat o’ mine +is sailin’ out to sea.”</p> +<p>For one panicky moment the girl stood very still, +her hand pressed on her heart. Then she recalled +something that her father once had said: “When +danger threatens, keep a clear head. That will do +more than anything else to avert trouble.”</p> +<p>The boy, shading his eyes, was searching for the +escaped punt far out on the shining waters, but +Nann, looking about her, made a discovery. Then +she laughed gleefully. The boy turned toward her +in astonishment. Then, being very quick witted, he +too understood. “You don’ need to tell me,” he said, +“I’m on! We changed our location, so to speak, +when we went to look at the wreck, and that fetched +us down at a different place on this here side.”</p> +<p>Nann nodded. “I do believe that we’ll find the +punt beyond the rocks yonder,” she hazarded. And +they did. Ten minutes later the boy had pushed the +boat safely over the submerged shoal. The rising +tide carried them swiftly out of danger of the hidden +rocks. Although Nann said nothing, she kept intently +gazing into the dark green water. She would +far rather meet any number of ghosts on land, she +assured herself, than even catch a glimpse of one of +those dreadful sea monsters.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_105">[105]</div> +<p>It was nearly one o’clock when Dories, who was +standing on the porch of the cabin, saw the flat-bottomed +boat returning, and she ran down to the +shore to meet her friend.</p> +<p>“Did you find a clue?” she called as Nan leaped +ashore.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe so,” was the merry response. +“We found an old whitening skeleton of some ill-fated +boat, but I’m not going to believe it is the +Phantom Yacht. Not yet, anyway.” Then Nann +turned to call to the boy who was pushing his punt +away from the rocks, “See you tomorrow, Gib, if +you come this way. Thank you for taking me +sailing.”</p> +<p>As soon as the girls had turned back toward the +cottage, Dories exclaimed, “Nann, I believe that I +have thought of a splendid way to trap the ghost +tonight, but I’m not going to tell you until just +before we go to bed.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_106">[106]</div> +<h2 id="c13"><br />CHAPTER XIII. +<br />BELLING THE GHOST</h2> +<p>There was a sharp, cold wind that afternoon and +so Nann suggested that they make a big fire on the +hearth in the living room and write letters. Miss +Moore had told them that she wished to be left +alone.</p> +<p>“We have used up nearly all of the wood in the +shed,” Nann said as she brought in an armful.</p> +<p>“There’s lots of driftwood on the shore. Let’s +gather some tomorrow,” Dories suggested as she +made herself comfortable in a deep, easy willow +chair near the jolly blaze which Nann had started. +“Now I’m going to write the newsiest kind of a +letter to mother and brother. I suppose you’ll write +to your father.”</p> +<p>Nann nodded as she seated herself on the other +side of the fireplace, pencil and pad in readiness. +For a few moments they scribbled, then Dories +glanced up to remark with a half shudder, “Do hear +that mournful wind whistling down the chimney, +and here comes the fog drifting in so early. If it +weren’t for the fire, this would be a gloomy afternoon.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_107">[107]</div> +<p>Again they wrote for a time, then Dories glanced +up to find Nann gazing thoughtfully into the fire. +“A penny for your thoughts,” she called.</p> +<p>Nann smiled brightly. “They were rather a +jumble. I was wondering if, by any chance, you +and I would ever meet the wee girl and the handsome +little boy who sailed away on the Phantom +Yacht; then, too, I was wondering who was playing +a practical joke on us.”</p> +<p>“Meaning what?”</p> +<p>“Why the notes, of course.” Nann folded her +finished letter, addressed the envelope and after +stamping it, she glanced up to ask, “Why not tell me +now, how you intend to trap the joker.”</p> +<p>“You mean the spook. Well this is it. I found +a little bell today. One that Aunt Jane used, I suppose, +to call her maid in former years.”</p> +<p>Nann’s merry laughter rang out. “I’ve heard of +belling a cat,” she said, “but never before did I hear +of belling a ghost.”</p> +<p>Dories smiled. “Oh, I didn’t mean that we were +to catch the—well, whoever it is that leaves the messages, +first, and then hang a bell on him. That, of +course, would be impossible.”</p> +<p>“Well, then, what is your plan?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_108">[108]</div> +<p>But before Dories could explain, a querulous voice +from the adjoining room called, “Girls, its five +o’clock! I do wish you would bring me my toast and +tea. The air is so chilly, I need it to warm me up.”</p> +<p>Contritely Dories sprang to the door. She had +entirely forgotten her aunt’s existence all of the +afternoon. “Wouldn’t you like to have part of the +supper that Nann and I will prepare for ourselves?” +she asked. “We’ll have anything that you would +like.”</p> +<p>“Toast and tea are all I wish, and I want them at +once,” was the rather ungracious reply. And so the +girls went to the kitchen, made a fire in the stove +and set the kettle on to boil.</p> +<p>“Goodness, I’d hate to have nothing to eat but +tea and toast day in and day out,” was Dories’ comment. +Then to her companion, “It’s your turn to +choose from the cupboard tonight and plan the +supper.”</p> +<p>“All right, and I’ll get it, too, while you wait on +Miss Moore.”</p> +<p>An hour later the girls had finished the really excellent +meal which Nann had prepared, and, for a +while, they sat close to the kitchen stove to keep +warm. The wind, which had been moaning all of +the afternoon about the cabin, had risen in velocity +and Dories remarked with a shudder that it might +be the start of one of those dismal three-day storms +about which Gib had told them.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_109">[109]</div> +<p>“It may be as terrible as that hurricane that swept +the sea up over the wall and undermined old Colonel +Wadbury’s house,” she continued, bent, it would +seem, on having the picture as dark as she could.</p> +<p>“Won’t it be great?” Nann smiled provokingly. +“You ought to be glad, for surely the spook that +carries the lantern down on the point will be blown +away.” Then, chancing to recall something, she +asked, “But you haven’t told me your plan yet. How +are you going to bell the ghost?”</p> +<p>“My plan is to hang a little bell on the knob after +we have locked our door. Then, of course, if we have +a midnight visitor, he won’t be able to enter without +ringing the bell,” Dories explained.</p> +<p>“Poor Aunt Jane, if it does ring,” Nann remarked. +“How frightened she will be.”</p> +<p>Dories drew her knees up and folded her arms +about them. “Well, I do believe that we would be +most scared of all,” she said.</p> +<p>“Then why do it?” This merrily from Nann. +“And, what’s more, if it is a ghost, it will be able to +slip into our room without awakening us. Whoever +heard of a ghost having to stop to unlock a door?”</p> +<p>“Maybe not,” Dories agreed, “but if we are going +to have any real enjoyment during our stay in this +cabin, we must frighten away the ghost that seems +to haunt it. I think my plan is an excellent one and, +at least, I’d like to try it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_110">[110]</div> +<p>“Very well, maiden fair.” Nann rose as she +spoke. “On your head be the result. Now, shall +we ascend to our chamber?”</p> +<p>Taking the lantern, she led the way, and Dories +followed, carrying a small bell. When the loft room +was reached the lantern was placed on a table. Nann +carefully locked the door and, removing the key, she +placed it by the lamp.</p> +<p>Then she held the small bell while Dories tied it +to the knob. This done, they hastily undressed and +hopped into bed.</p> +<p>“Let’s leave the light burning all night so that we +may watch the bell,” the more timid maiden suggested.</p> +<p>How her companion laughed. “Why watch +it?” she inquired. “We surely will be able to hear +it in the dark if it rings. There is very little oil left +in the lantern, so we’d better put the light out now, +and then, if along about midnight we hear the bell +ringing, we can relight it and see who our visitor +may be.”</p> +<p>“Nann Sibbett, I’m almost inclined to think that +you write those messages yourself, just to tease me, +for you don’t seem to be the least bit afraid.” This +accusingly.</p> +<p>“Honest, Injun, I don’t write them!” Nann said +with sudden seriousness. “I haven’t the slightest +idea where the messages come from, but I do know +that whoever leaves them does not mean harm to us, +so why be afraid? Now cuddle down, for I’m going +to blow out the light.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_111">[111]</div> +<p>Dories ducked under the quilt and, a moment +later, when she ventured to peer out, she found the +room in complete darkness, for, as usual, a heavy +fog shut out the light of the stars.</p> +<p>“How long do you suppose it will be before the +bell rings?” she whispered.</p> +<p>“Well, I’m not going to stay awake to listen,” +Nann replied, but she had not slept long when she +was suddenly awakened by her companion, who was +clutching her arm. “Did you hear that noise? What +was it? Didn’t it sound like a faint tinkle?”</p> +<p>The two girls sat up in bed and stared at the door.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_112">[112]</div> +<h2 id="c14"><br />CHAPTER XIV. +<br />A PUNT RIDE</h2> +<p>The faint tinkle sounded again. Nann sprang +up and lighted the lantern. To her amazement the +bell was gone. Surprised as she was, she had sufficient +presence of mind not to tell her timid companion +what had happened. Very softly she turned +the knob. The door was still locked. She glanced +at the window; the blind was still hooked. Then, +blowing out the light, she said in a tone meant to +express unconcern, “All is serene on the Potomac +as far as I can see.” After returning to bed, however, +Nann remained awake, long after her companion’s +even breathing told that she was asleep, +wondering what it could all mean. Toward morning +Nann fell into a light slumber, from which she was +awakened by the sun streaming into the room. Sitting +up, she saw that Dories was dressed and had +opened the blinds. For a moment she sat in a dazed +puzzling. What was it that she had been pondering +about in the night? Remembering suddenly, she +glanced quickly at the door. There hung the little +bell as quietly as though it had never disappeared. +Dories, hearing a movement, turned from the window +where she had been gazing out at the sparkling +sea.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_113">[113]</div> +<p>“Good morning to you, Nancy dear,” she said +gaily. “O, such a lovely day this is! How I hope +that I may go sailing with you and Gib.” Then, as +she saw her friend continuing to stare at the bell as +though fascinated, Dories remarked, “Well, I guess +the ghost took warning all right and stayed away. +We won’t find a little paper in our room this morning, +I’ll wager.” As she talked, she was crossing +the room to the door. Lifting the little bell, she +dropped it again with a clang.</p> +<p>Nann sprang out of bed, all excited interest. +“Dories, what happened? Why did you drop the +bell?”</p> +<p>Dories pointed to the floor where it lay. Nann +bent to pick it up. Tied to the clapper was a bit of +paper and on it was written in the familiar penmanship +and with the same red ink, “In eleven days you +will know all.”</p> +<p>Instead of acting frightened, Dories’ look was +one of triumph. “There now, Mistress Nann,” she +exclaimed, “you are always saying that it is not a +being supernatural that is leaving these notes. What +have you to say about it this morning?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_114">[114]</div> +<p>“That I am truly puzzled,” was the confession +Nann was forced to make; “that the joker is much +too clever for us, but we’ll catch him yet, if I’m a +prophet.” She was dressing as she talked.</p> +<p>Dories, standing near the window, was examining +the paper. “It seems to be the sort that packages +are wrapped in,” she speculated. Then, after a silent +moment and a closer scrutiny, “Nann, do you suppose +that it is written with blood?”</p> +<p>“Good gracious, no!” the denial was emphatic. +“Why do you ask such an absurd question?”</p> +<p>“Well, that was what the red ink was made of in +one of the ghost stories that I read to Aunt Jane +yesterday morning.”</p> +<p>Nann, having completed her toilet, went to the +window to look out. “Good!” she exclaimed. +“There is Gibralter Strait in his little punt boat. +He seems to have plenty of time to go sailing. Oh, +I remember now. He did tell me that their country +school does not open until after Christmas. So many +boys are needed to help their fathers on the farms +and with the cranberries until snow falls.”</p> +<p>“I suppose I ought to stay at home again this +morning and read to Aunt Jane.” Dories’ voice +sounded so doleful that her friend whirled about, +and, putting loving arms about her, she exclaimed: +“Not a bit of it! You may sail with Gibralter this +morning and I will stay here and read to your Great-Aunt +Jane.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_115">[115]</div> +<p>But when the two girls visited the room of the +elderly woman, she told them that she wished to be +left quite alone.</p> +<p>Dories went to the bedside and, almost timidly, +she touched the wrinkled head. “Don’t you feel well +today, Aunt Jane!” she asked, feeling in her heart +a sudden pity for the old woman. “Isn’t there something +I could do for you?”</p> +<p>For one fleeting moment there was that strange +expression in the dark, deeply-sunken eyes. It might +have been a hungry yearning for love and affection. +Impulsively the girl kissed the sallow cheek, but the +elderly woman had closed her eyes and she did not +open them again, and so Nann and Dories tiptoed +out to the kitchen.</p> +<p>“Poor Aunt Jane!” the latter began. “She hasn’t +had much love in her life. I don’t remember just +how it was. She was engaged to marry somebody +once. Then something happened and she didn’t. +After that, Mother says she just shut herself up in +that fine home of hers outside of Boston and +grieved.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_116">[116]</div> +<p>“Poor Aunt Jane, indeed!” Nann commented as +she began to prepare the breakfast. “She must be +haunted by many of the ghosts that your mother +told about, memories of loving deeds that she might +have done. With her money and her home, she +could have made many people happy, but instead she +has spent her life just being sorry for herself.” +Then more brightly, “I’m glad we can both go sailing +with Gib.”</p> +<p>Half an hour later, the girls in their bright colored +sweater-coats and tams raced across the beach. The +red-headed boy was on the watch for them and he +soon had the punt alongside the broad rock which +served as a dock. “Do you want passengers this +morning?” Nann called gaily.</p> +<p>“Sure sartin!” was the prompt reply. Then, when +the two girls were seated on the broad seat in the +stem the lad hauled in the sheet and away they went +scudding. “Where are you going, Gib?” Nann +inquired curiously.</p> +<p>“We’ll cruise ’long the water side o’ the ol’ ruin,” +he told them. “Pa says he’s sure sartin he saw a +light burnin’ thar agin late las’ night, an’ like’s not, +we’ll see suthin’.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_117">[117]</div> +<h2 id="c15"><br />CHAPTER XV. +<br />A GLOOMY SWAMP</h2> +<p>The girls were as eager as the boy to view the old +ruin from the water, and the breeze being brisk, they +were quickly blown down the coast and into the quiet +sheltered water beyond the point. “O, Gib,” Dories +cried fearfully, “do be careful! There are logs +under the water along here that come nearly to the +top. Is it a wreck?”</p> +<p>“No, ’taint. It’s all that’s left of the long dock +I was tellin’ yo’ about whar the Phantom Yacht +used to tie up. Pa said ol’ Colonel Wadbury had +lights clear to the end of it and that, when ’twas lit +up, ’twas a purty sight.”</p> +<p>“It must have been,” Nann agreed. Then Dories +inquired: “Doesn’t it make you feel strange to +realize that you are on the very spot where the Phantom +Yacht once sailed?”</p> +<p>“And where some day it may sail again,” Nann +completed.</p> +<p>The high rocky point cut off the wind and so Gib +let the sail flap as they slowly drifted toward the +swamp.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_118">[118]</div> +<p>“Thar’s all that’s left of that sea wall I was tellin’ +about,” the boy nodded at huge rocks half sunken +in mire.</p> +<p>“The reeds are higher than our heads,” Dories +commented; then she asked, “Is there a path through +the marsh, do you think, Gib?”</p> +<p>“No, I’m <i>sure</i> thar ain’t one,” the boy declared. +“Me’n Dick Burton would have found it if thar had +been. We’ve looked times enough from the land +side. We never could get here by water, bein’ as +we didn’t have a boat. That’s why I’ve been savin’ +to get a punt. Dick, he put in some toward it, an’ +so its half his’n.”</p> +<p>“Who is Dick Burton?” Nann inquired.</p> +<p>“Didn’t I tell you?” Gib seemed surprised. “Sort +o’ thought o’ course you knew ’bout the Burtons. +Dick’s folks own the cabin that’s nearest the rocks. +He’s a city feller ’bout my age, or a leetle older, I +reckon. He’s been comin’ to these parts ever since +we was shavers. You’d ought to know him,” this +to Nann, “he lives in Boston, whar you come from.”</p> +<p>The girl addressed laughed good-naturedly. “Gib,” +she queried, “have you ever been up to Boston?”</p> +<p>The boy reluctantly confessed that he had not. +Then the girl explained that since it was much +larger than Siquaw Center, two people might live +there forever and not become acquainted.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_119">[119]</div> +<p>“Yeah.” Gib had evidently not been listening to +the last part of Nann’s remark. “I do wish Dick +was here now that we’ve got the punt,” he said. “I +sure sartin wish he was.”</p> +<p>“Why?” Dories inquired as she let one hand drift +in the cool water.</p> +<p>“Wall, me’n he allays thought maybe thar was a +channel through the swamp up toward the old ruin. +If he was here we’d set out to find it.”</p> +<p>“But why can’t Dori and I help you as much as +he could?” Nann queried. “I believe you are right, +Gib,” she continued before the boy had time to reply. +“I’ve seen swamps before, and there was always a +narrow channel through them where the tide washed +when it was high. See ahead there, where the swamp +comes down to the water’s edge, I wish you’d take +the sail down, Gib, and row as close to it as you +can.”</p> +<p>The boy looked his amazement.</p> +<p>“But, I say, Miss Nann, like’s not we’d hit a +snag, like’s not we would.”</p> +<p>“Who’s skeered now?” the girl taunted. The boy +flushed. “Not me!” he protested, and taking down +the sail he rowed along the water side of the dense +reedy growths. “Yo’ see thar’s nothin’,” he began +when Nann, leaning forward, pointed as she cried +excitedly, “There it is! There’s an opening in the +swamp leading right up to that haunted house.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_120">[120]</div> +<p>Nann was right. A narrow channel of clear +water appeared among the reeds that were higher +than their heads. It led toward the middle of the +marsh and was wide enough for a larger boat than +theirs to pass through.</p> +<p>“Now, the next question is, do we dare go in?” +Nann was gleeful over her find and how she wished +that Gib’s friend, Dick Burton, were there to share +with them that exciting moment.</p> +<p>“Well, that question is easy to answer,” Dories +hastened to say. “We most certainly do not dare.”</p> +<p>The boy, having removed his nondescript cap, was +scratching his ear in a way that he always did when +puzzled. Then there was a sudden eager light in his +red-brown eyes. Replacing his hat, he seized the +oars and began to row rapidly back up the shore and +toward the row of eight cottages.</p> +<p>Nann was puzzled and voiced her curiosity. “Got +to get back to Siquaw in time for the ten-ten train,” +was all the information she received.</p> +<p>Since he had said nothing of this when they +started out, and had seemed to be in no hurry whatever, +Nann naturally wondered about it.</p> +<p>Some light might have been thrown on his action +had she seen him, one hour later, as he sat on the +high stool at his father’s desk in the general store. +He was painstakingly writing, and, when the ten-ten +train arrived, Gibralter Strait was on the platform +waiting to send to the nearby city of Boston the +very first letter that he had ever written.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_121">[121]</div> +<h2 id="c16"><br />CHAPTER XVI. +<br />OUT IN THE DARK</h2> +<p>All the next day the girls waited and watched, +but Gibralter Strait appeared neither on land nor on +sea to explain his queer actions. Their hostess asked +Dories to read to her and so the morning was passed +in that way. Nann, busy at a piece of fancy work +she was making for a Christmas present, sat listening. +In the afternoon the girls were told to amuse +themselves. This they did by climbing to the “tip-top +rock,” sitting there in the balmy sun and speculating +about the old ruin; about the reason for Gib’s +sudden departure for his home the day before, and +about the boy and girl who had sailed away on the +Phantom Yacht. It was not until a fog, filmy at +first, but rapidly increasing in density, began to hide +the sun that they thought of returning homewards. +As they passed the cabin nearest the rocks, Dories +said, “This is the Burton cottage, I suppose. I wonder +if Dick is our kind of boy?”</p> +<p>“Meaning what?” Nann wondered.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_122">[122]</div> +<p>“O, you know as well as I do. I like Gib, of +course. He’s a splendid boy, but he hasn’t had a +chance. I merely meant a boy from families like +our own.”</p> +<p>“I rather think so,” Nann replied, as she gazed +at the boarded-up cabin. Then suddenly she stopped +and stared at one of the upper windows. The blind +had opened ever so slightly and then had closed +again, but of this Nann said nothing. She was +afraid that she was becoming almost as imaginative +as Dories. Then suddenly she recalled something. +Gib had said that his father had seen a light in the +old ruin the night before. And what was more, she +and Dories <i>knew</i> there had been someone carrying a +lantern on the beach near the rocks at least twice +since they had been there. What if the lantern-carrier +hid in the Burton cottage during the day? +He couldn’t live in the old ruin, since it had only +one wall standing.</p> +<p>Luckily, Dories had been interested in watching +the waves breaking at her feet. Turning, she called, +“O, but it’s getting cold and damp. Let’s run the +rest of the way.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_123">[123]</div> +<p>When they reached their home cabin, Nann went +at once to inquire if Miss Moore wished her supper. +The girl was sure that she heard a scurrying noise +in the old woman’s room. The door was closed and +there was silence for a brief moment before she was +told to enter. Puzzled, Nann glanced quickly at the +bed and noted that the old woman’s cap was awry. +She also saw something else that puzzled her, but she +merely said, “What would you like tonight with +your tea, Miss Moore?”</p> +<p>“Nothing at all but toast, and tell Dories to be +sure it doesn’t burn. I don’t relish it when it has +been scraped.” The tone in which this was said was +impatient and fretful. It was evident that the old +woman was not in as pleasant a mood as she had +seemed to be in the morning.</p> +<p>Returning to the kitchen, where the kettle was +already boiling, Nann made the tea and toasted the +bread as well as she could over the blaze; then Dories +arranged her aunt’s tray attractively and took it in to +her. While she was gone, Nann stood staring out +of the window at the gathering dusk. She believed +she had a clue to one of the mysteries surrounding +them, but decided not to tell her friend until she was +a little more certain about it herself.</p> +<p>When Dories returned to the kitchen she said, +“Day-dreaming, Nann?”</p> +<p>“No, dusk-dreaming,” was the smiling reply; +then, “Now let’s get our evening repast. What shall +it be?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_124">[124]</div> +<p>Together they looked in the closet, each selecting +a canned vegetable and something for desert. “This +is a lazy way to live,” Nann began, when Dories +exclaimed: “Do you realize that we haven’t had one +of those notes today? I believe my bell scared away +the ghost after all.”</p> +<p>Nann laughed merrily. “Nary a bit of it, my +friend. Didn’t his spooky highness tie his last note +to the bell clapper? I suppose that is why we didn’t +hear it tinkle again.”</p> +<p>“But we haven’t found a note today—O dear!” +Dories broke off to exclaim: “The fire must be going +out, Nann,” she called; “you’re the magician when +it comes to stirring up a blaze. What do you suppose +is the matter?”</p> +<p>A quick glance within brought the amused answer: +“Wood needed, my dear, that’s all! Which +reminds me of Dad’s wondering why the car won’t +go when it’s out of gas.” As she spoke she turned +toward the wood box and found it empty. “Hmm!” +she ejaculated, “that means one of us will have to +hie out to the shed after more wood if we want a +hot supper.”</p> +<p>Dories, after a swift glance at the black fog-hung +window, suggested, “Let’s change our menu and +have a cold spread.”</p> +<p>“Nixy, my dear,” Nann said brightly. “I’ll be +wood-carrier. I’ll sally forth with a lighted lantern, +like that mysterious midnight prowler. I won’t be +able to bring in much wood, but I believe a piece or +two will provide all the heat we’ll need to warm up +canned things.” She was lighting the lantern as she +talked. The lamp was burning on the kitchen table, +and, while her friend was gone, Dories laid out the +dishes and silver.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_125">[125]</div> +<p>Nann, having reached the shed, groped about for +the leather thong. To her surprise the door was not +fastened, and, as she stood peering into the dense +blackness, she was sure that she heard a scrambling +noise inside. Then all was still. Nann scratched +one of the matches that she had brought with her. +In the far corner stood an empty barrel and in front +of it was piled the wood that she and Dories had +gathered on the beach. Not another thing was to be +seen, and although she stood listening intently for +several seconds, not another sound was heard.</p> +<p>“A rat probably,” the girl thought as she placed +her lantern on the floor and picked up several pieces +of wood.</p> +<p>Returning to the kitchen, Nann threw her armful +of wood into the box near the stove, when Dories +suddenly leaped forward, exclaiming excitedly, +“There it is. There’s the note we have been wondering +about.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_126">[126]</div> +<p>“Why—why, so it is!” Nann stared as though +she could hardly believe her eyes. Then, springing +up, she cried joyfully: “Dories Moore, we’ve caught +the ghost. He was leaving this paper when I went +out. He must still be in the woodshed somewhere, +for I bolted the door on the outside. He must have +been hiding in that old empty barrel when I looked +in. Light the lantern again and let’s go out this +minute and see who is there.”</p> +<p>Although Dories was not enthusiastic over the +prospect of capturing a ghost in a woodshed on so +dark a fog-damp night, yet, since her companion +was ready to start, she couldn’t refuse to accompany +her, and so, after closing the kitchen door, they stole +along the path leading from the porch to the shed +that was nearer the swamp. Suddenly Dories +clutched her friend’s arm, whispering, “Hark. +What’s that?”</p> +<p>“It’s the ghost. He’s still in there.” This triumphantly +from Nann, the fearless. “That’s the +same scrambling noise that I heard before. Come +on. Don’t be afraid. I’ll throw open the door and +at least we’ll see who it is.”</p> +<p>Leaping forward, Nann unbolted the door and +held up the lantern. The shed was as empty as it +had been before, and there was nothing at all in the +barrel.</p> +<p>Dories’ sigh was one of relief, and she fairly +darted back to the warm kitchen, nor did she breathe +naturally until the outer door was bolted. Then +Nann inquired, “What did the note say. We forgot +to read it?” Stooping, she took it from under +a splinter of wood and, opening it, read: “In ten +days you will know all.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_127">[127]</div> +<h2 id="c17"><br />CHAPTER XVII. +<br />MORE MYSTERIES</h2> +<p>Long after Dories slept that night Nann lay +awake thinking of the several mysteries surrounding +them. Who was leaving the notes in places +where the girls could not help finding them; who +was carrying a lantern on the rocky point at night; +was it the same light that was seen in the old ruin +by people living in Siquaw Center, and why had the +blind in the Burton cottage opened ever so little and +then closed again as though someone had peered out +at them for a brief moment? It was indeed puzzling. +Could it possibly have anything to do with +the Phantom Yacht? Nann decided that was impossible. +At last she fell asleep. When she awakened +it was nearly dawn. The fog had drifted away, +the stars shone out and the full moon made it as +light as day.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_128">[128]</div> +<p>Nann, the fearless, decided to dress and go out +on the sand and look at the Burton cottage. She +was nearly dressed before she realized that if Dories +woke and found her gone, she might scream out in +her fright and waken the old woman, and so she +shook her gently, whispering her plan. Dories’ eyes +showed her terror at being left alone. She got up +at once. “I simply will not stay in this haunted +loft,” she declared vehemently. “I’m going with +you.” As it was still dark they took the lighted +lantern with them, but when they reached the back +porch, Nann whispered that they would have to put +out the light as they would be seen if, indeed, there +was anyone to see them. “We’ll take it, though. I +have matches in my pocket. We’ll light it if we +need it.”</p> +<p>Dories clung to her friend’s hand as Nann led the +way back of the row of boarded-up cottages. When +they reached the seventh, Dories suddenly drew back +and whispered, “Nann, why are we doing this? +What are you expecting to see? I’m simply scared +to death.” Her companion realized that this was +true, since Dories’ teeth were chattering. Self-rebukingly, +she said, “O, I ought not have brought +you. In fact, I probably shouldn’t have come myself, +but I am so eager to solve at least one of the +mysteries that surround us.” Then she told how +she had been sure that she had seen a blind open +ever so slightly and close late the afternoon before +as though someone had been watching them. “I +thought if someone goes every night to the old ruin +and returns to the Burton cottage to hide during the +day, he probably comes just about this hour, and that +if we were watching, we might at least see what +the—the—well—whoever it is—looks like.” They +had crouched down in the shadow of the seventh +cottage as Nann made this explanation.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_129">[129]</div> +<p>Slowly the darkness lightened, the stars and moon +dimmed and the east became gray; then rosy, but +still there had been no sign of anyone entering the +Burton cabin. Nann had been sure that an entrance +could not be made in the front of the cottage as the +lower windows and door on that side were securely +boarded up. The back door was not boarded, and +so that was where she was watching.</p> +<p>An hour dragged slowly by. The sun rose and +was well on its apparent upward way, and still no +one appeared.</p> +<p>“Don’t you think that maybe you imagined it all?” +Dories inquired at length as she tried to change her +position, having become stiffened from crouching +so long.</p> +<p>“Why, no, I am sure that I didn’t.” Then, fearless +as usual, Nann announced, “I’m going up to the +back porch and try the door.”</p> +<p>This she did, and to her surprise it opened, creaking +noisily as it swung on rusty hinges.</p> +<p>Dories leaped to her side. “Gracious, Nann, are +you going in?” she whispered tragically. “If anyone +is in there, he might lock us in or something.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_130">[130]</div> +<p>Nann turned to reply, but instead she exclaimed: +“Why, Dories Moore, you’re whiter than any sheet +I ever saw. If you’re that scared, we’d better go +right home.”</p> +<p>“I am!” Dories nodded miserably. “I wouldn’t +any more dare go into this cottage than—than——”</p> +<p>“Then we won’t.” Nann took her friend by the +hand and together they went down the back steps, +and Dories said: “I’d rather go home by the front +beach if you don’t mind. It’s more open. There’s +something so uncanny about the swamps at the +back.”</p> +<p>“Anything to please,” was the laughing reply. As +they rounded the cottage, Nann looked curiously at +the upper windows, and was sure that she saw the +same blind open ever so little, then close again. She +said nothing of this, and tried to change the trend +of her companion’s thoughts by talking about Gibralter +Strait and wondering if they would see him +during that day which had just dawned. Nann was +deciding that she would take Gib into her confidence. +A boy as fearless as he was would not mind entering +the Burton cottage and finding out why that +upper blind had opened and closed as it seemed to do.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_131">[131]</div> +<p>As they neared their home cabin, Dories became +more like her natural self and even skipped along +the hard beach, laughing back at Nann as she called, +“Another glorious, sparkling day! I hope something +interesting is going to happen.”</p> +<p>“I believe something will,” Nann replied. They +were nearing the front steps when Dories stood still, +pointing, “Look at that stone lying in the middle +of the top step. How do you suppose it ever got +there?”</p> +<p>Nann shook her head and, leaping up the steps, +she lifted the small rock, then turned back, exclaiming: +“Just what I thought! Here is today’s note +from your ghost. It’s much too clever for us.” Then +she read: “In nine days you shall know all.”</p> +<p>Not wishing to awaken Miss Moore at so early +an hour, the girls tiptoed down the steps and went +around to the back of the cabin.</p> +<p>“Let’s look in the woodshed by daylight,” Nann +suggested as she unbolted the door. “Nothing +within, just as I supposed,” she remarked. “Humm-ho. +We’re not very good detectives, I guess.”</p> +<p>They started walking toward the kitchen. “But +why try to find out what the mysteries are about if +every day brings us one nearer to the time when we +are to know all?” Dories inquired.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_132">[132]</div> +<p>Nann laughed. “O, I’d heaps rather ferret the +thing out for myself than be told.” Then she said +more seriously: “Honestly, Dori, I don’t think the +notes refer to the mystery of the old ruin at all. I +think, if that is ever solved, we’ll have to find it out +for ourselves.”</p> +<p>“Why do you think that?”</p> +<p>“I’d rather not tell quite yet.” They entered the +kitchen. “Now,” Nann said, “I’m going to make a +fire and get breakfast. We’ve been up so long that +I’m ravenously hungry. I’m going to make flapjacks +no less.”</p> +<p>“Good!” Dories replied. “I won’t refuse to eat +them.” Although consumed with curiosity concerning +what her friend had said, Dories decided to bide +her time before asking Nann to explain.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_133">[133]</div> +<h2 id="c18"><br />CHAPTER XVIII. +<br />AN AIRPLANE SIGHTED</h2> +<p>Miss Moore did not awaken, apparently, until +midmorning and the girls did not want to go away +until they had served her breakfast. They had been +to her door several times and to all appearances the +elderly woman had been asleep. When, at length, +Miss Moore did awaken, she complained of having +been disturbed by noises in the night. “Why did +you girls tiptoe around the living-room just before +daybreak?”</p> +<p>“Why, we didn’t, Aunt Jane! Truly we didn’t,” +Dories replied. She did not like to tell that it would +have been a physical impossibility for them to have +done so, as they were crouched behind “cabin seven” +at that hour watching “cabin eight.”</p> +<p>The old woman looked at the speaker sharply, +then continued: “I called your name and for a time +the tiptoeing stopped. Then, when I pretended to be +asleep, it began again. I was sure that under the +crack of the door I could see a fire burning as though +you had lighted wood on the grate.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_134">[134]</div> +<p>“Oh, no, Miss Moore, we didn’t, I assure you,” +Nann exclaimed. “There wasn’t any wood on it. +We swept it clean yesterday afternoon.” A cry +from Dories caused the speaker to pause and turn +toward her. She was pointing at the fireplace. There +was a small charred pile in the center of the grate. +The old woman’s thoughts had evidently changed +their direction for she asked, querulously, if they +were going to keep her waiting all the morning for +her breakfast.</p> +<p>While out in the kitchen preparing it, Dories whispered, +her eyes wide, “Nann, <i>what</i> do you make of +it all? You are smiling to yourself as if you had +solved the mystery.”</p> +<p>“I believe I have, one of them; but, Dori, please +don’t ask me to explain until I catch the ghost red-handed, +so to speak.”</p> +<p>“White-handed, shouldn’t it be?” Dories inquired, +her fears lessened by Nann’s evident delight in something +she believed she had discovered.</p> +<p>When Miss Moore’s breakfast had been served, +the girls, wishing to tidy up the cabin, set to work +with a will. Nann was sweeping the porch and +Dories was dusting and straightening the living-room +when a queer humming noise was heard in the +distance. “Dori,” Nann called, “come out here a +moment. Can’t you hear a strange buzzing noise? +It sounds as though it were high up in the air. What +can it be?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_135">[135]</div> +<p>The other girl appeared in the open doorway and +they both listened intently.</p> +<p>“Maybe it’s a flock of geese going south for the +winter,” Dories ventured, but her friend shook her +head. “That noise is coming nearer. Not going +farther away,” she said. The buzzing and whizzing +sounds increased with great rapidity. Springing +down the steps, Nann exclaimed, “Whatever is making +that commotion, is now right over our heads.”</p> +<p>Dories bounded to her friend’s side and they both +gazed into the gleaming blue sky with shaded eyes.</p> +<p>“There it is!” Nann cried excitedly. “Why, of +course, it’s an airplane! We should have guessed +that right away. I wonder where it is going to land. +There’s nothing but marsh and water around here +besides this narrow strip of beach.”</p> +<p>“Oh, look! look!” This from Dories. “It’s dropping +right down into the ocean and so it must be one +of those combination air and sea planes.”</p> +<p>“Unless it has broken a wing and is falling,” +Nann suggested. The airplane, nose downward, +had seemed verily to plunge into the sea.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_136">[136]</div> +<p>“Let’s run to the Point o’ Rocks.” Dories started +as she spoke and Nann, throwing down the broom, +raced after her. It was hard to go very rapidly +where the sand was deep and dry, and so by the +time they had climbed up on the highest boulder out +on the rocky point, there was no sign whatever of +the airplane either sailing safely on the water nor +lying on the shore disabled.</p> +<p>“Hmm! That certainly is puzzling,” Nann said +as she half closed her eyes in meditative thought. +“Now, where can that huge thing have gone that it +has disappeared so entirely?”</p> +<p>“I can’t imagine,” Dories replied. “If only +Gibralter were here with his punt, we might be able +to find out.” Then she exclaimed merrily, “Nann, +there is another mystery added to the twenty and +nine that we already have.”</p> +<p>“Not quite that many,” the other maid replied, +giving one last long look in the direction they +believed the plane had descended or fallen. “I’m +inclined to think,” she ventured, “that there is a bay +or something beyond the swamp. O, well, let’s go +back to our task. It’s lunch time, if nothing else.”</p> +<p>They decided, as the day was unusually warm for +that time of the year, to eat a cold lunch, and, as +their aunt did not wish anything then, the girls decided +to walk along the beach in the opposite direction +and see if they could find the cove where Gib +kept his punt in hiding. But, just as they reached +the spot where the road from town ended at the +beach, they heard a merry hallooing, and, turning, +they beheld Gibralter Strait riding the white horse +that was usually hitched to the coach.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_137">[137]</div> +<p>“Oh, good, good!” was Dories’ delighted exclamation. +“Now perhaps we will find out about +the plane. Of course the people in town saw it and +Gib may know——” She stopped talking to stare +at the approaching steed and rider in wide-eyed +amazement. “How queer!” she ejaculated. “Nann, +am I seeing double? I’m sure that I see four legs +and Gib certainly has only two.”</p> +<p>There were undeniably four long, slim legs, two +on either side of the big white horse, but the mystery +was quickly explained by the appearance, over +Gib’s shoulder, of a head belonging to another boy.</p> +<p>“Nann Sibbett!” Dories whirled, the light of +inspiration in her eyes, “I do believe that other boy +is Dick Burton, of whom Gib has so often spoken.”</p> +<p>And Dories was right. Gib waved his cap, then +leaped to the sand, closely followed by the newcomer. +One glance at the young stranger assured the girls +that he was a city lad. His merry brown eyes twinkled +when Gibralter introduced him merely as the +“kid that was crazy to find a way into the old ruin.”</p> +<p>The city boy took off his cap in a manner most +polite, adding, “By name, Richard Ralston Burton, +but I’m usually called Dick.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_138">[138]</div> +<p>Nann, realizing that Gib hadn’t the remotest idea +how to introduce his friend to them, then told the +lad their names, adding, “Oh, Gib, you just can’t +guess how glad we are that you have come at last. +The mysteries are heaping up so high and fast that +we simply must solve a few of them.”</p> +<p>But it was quite evident that the boys were +equally excited about the airplane, which they, too, +had seen as they were riding on the white horse +along the road in the swamps. “I say,” Gib began +at once, “did yo’uns see where that airplane fellow +dove to? D’you ’spose he’s smashed all to smithereens +on the rocks over yonder?”</p> +<p>The girls shook their heads. “No,” Dories replied, +“we just came from there and there wasn’t a +sign of that airplane. We thought that at least we +would see the wreck of it.”</p> +<p>“It must o’ landed round the curve whar the +swamp comes down to the shore,” Gib said.</p> +<p>“Come on, old man, let’s investigate.” Then Dick +smiled directly at Nann as he added, “We won’t be +gone long.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_139">[139]</div> +<h2 id="c19"><br />CHAPTER XIX. +<br />TWO BOYS INVESTIGATE</h2> +<p>Turning, the two girls, with arms locked, walked +slowly back toward their home cabin, but their gaze +was following the rapidly disappearing boys.</p> +<p>“My, how they did scramble over the rocks. I +wonder why they went over the top. I’m sure one +can see better from up there,” Dories turned to her +friend to exclaim with enthusiasm. “Isn’t Dick +Burton the nicest boy? I’m ever so glad he came. +He’ll add a lot to our good times.”</p> +<p>Nann nodded. “One can tell in a moment that +Dick has been well brought up,” she commented. +“Isn’t it too bad that Gib isn’t going to have a chance +to make something of himself? I believe he would +be a writer if he had an education. You know how +imaginative he is and how he enjoyed telling us the +story of the Phantom Yacht.”</p> +<p>The girls sauntered along to the point of rocks +and stood watching the waves break over the boulders +that projected into the water.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_140">[140]</div> +<p>“Isn’t it queer how calm it is sometimes and how +rough at others, and yet there isn’t a bit of wind +blowing, and it’s as warm and balmy one time as +another,” Dories said, then leaped back with a merry +laugh as an unusually large breaker pursued her up +the beach.</p> +<p>“I think it may be the stage of the tides,” Nann +speculated, “or else there may have been a storm at +sea. O good! Here come the boys.”</p> +<p>Dick’s expressive face told the girls of his disappointment +before he spoke. “Didn’t see a thing +unusual,” he said. “Of course we couldn’t go far +because of the marsh.”</p> +<p>“It sure is too bad the surf’s crashin’ in the way +’tis today,” Gibralter told them. “Here’s Dick, come +all the way from Boston to stay till Sunday night, +jest so’s we could go up that little creek in the marsh. +He’s wild to get into the ol’ ruin, aren’t you, Dick?”</p> +<p>“Yep,” the other boy agreed, “but if we can’t +make it this week end, I’ll come down next.” Then +with sudden interest, “How long are you girls going +to be here on Siquaw Point?”</p> +<p>Although Dick asked the question of Nann, it was +Dories who replied. “Aunt Jane said this morning +that she thinks we will be leaving in about ten days +now. You see,” by way of explanation, “my elderly +aunt came down here for absolute rest, and now that +she is rested, we may go back to town sooner than +we expected.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_141">[141]</div> +<p>The four young people had seated themselves on +the rocks.</p> +<p>Nann put in with: “I, for one, don’t want to leave +this place until we have cleared up a few of the +mysteries.” Then, chancing to thrust her hand in +the pocket of her sweater-coat, she drew out a half +dozen slips of crumpled yellow paper. “Oh, Gib,” +she exclaimed, “where in the world do you suppose +these came from? We find them in the queerest +places. We can’t understand in the least who is +leaving them.”</p> +<p>Gibralter’s face was a blank. “What’s that writin’ +on ’em?” He picked one up as he spoke and scrutinized +it closely.</p> +<p>“In nine days you shall know all,” Dick read as +he looked over his friend’s shoulder.</p> +<p>“Know all o’ what?” Gib queried.</p> +<p>The boys looked from Dories to Nann. The girls +shook their heads. “We thought maybe you could +help clear up some of the mysteries,” the latter said. +“Have you ever heard of any queer person hanging +around this beach? A hermit or a—a——”</p> +<p>Gib leaned forward, his red-brown eyes gleaming. +“D’y mean, mabbe, the lantern person that yo’ uns +saw one night on the rocks?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_142">[142]</div> +<p>Nann nodded. “We thought it might be someone +who visited the ruin by night and—” the speaker +glanced at the visiting boy, then interrupted herself +to inquire, “Dick, do you remember whether your +people left your cabin locked or not?”</p> +<p>The lad addressed turned and looked at the cottage +nearest for a moment as though trying to recall +something. Then a lightening in his eyes proved +that he had succeeded. Springing to his feet, he +exclaimed, “I declare if I hadn’t forgotten it. I’m +glad you spoke, Miss Nann. Mother said that in +the hurry of getting away she wasn’t sure whether +or not she had locked the back door. She always +hides the key under the back porch, so that if any +one of us comes down out of season, he can get in.” +Then, when the others had also risen, Dick suggested, +“Let’s walk around that way and see what +we will see.”</p> +<p>Dories glanced quickly at Nann and saw that her +friend was gazing steadily at an upper window. She +surmised that Nann was trying to decide whether +or not to tell the boys that she had seen the blind +moving, for, after all, how could she be sure but +that it had been her imagination. The watcher saw +Nann’s expression change to one of suppressed excitement, +then she whirled with her back to the +cottage and said in a low voice, “Everybody turn +and look at the ocean. I want to tell you something.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_143">[143]</div> +<p>Puzzled indeed, the boys and Dories faced about +as Nann had done, and, to help her friend, the other +maid pointed out toward the island. “What’s this all +about?” Dick inquired. “Miss Nann, you look as +though you had seen something startling. What +is it?”</p> +<p>Very quietly Nann explained how for the third +time she had seen an upper blind open ever so little +as though someone was peering out at them, and +then close again.</p> +<p>“You think someone is hiding in our cottage?” +Dick asked in amazement. Nann nodded. “Well +then, we’ll soon find out.” The city boy’s tone did +not suggest hesitancy or fear. “You girls would +better go over to your own cabin and wait until we +join you.”</p> +<p>It was quite evident that Nann did not like this +suggestion, but Dories did, and said so frankly. +“I’ll run home anyway,” she said when she saw how +disappointed Nann was. “Probably Aunt Jane would +like me to read to her.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_144">[144]</div> +<p>And so it was that Nann accompanied the two +boys around to the back of the Burton cottage. As +before, the door creaked open, and very stealthily +they entered the dark kitchen. This being the largest +cottage in the row, the stairway was boarded off +from a narrow hall; there being a door at the foot +and another at the top. The one at the bottom was +unlocked, and so the three investigators began the +ascent, groping their way in the dark. “Wish’t we +had along some matches,” Gib began, when Nann +whispered, “I do believe that I have some. I took +a dozen with us this morning. Yes, here they are in +my watch pocket.” Dick, in the lead, took the +matches, and as he opened the upper door, he +scratched one. It very faintly illumined a long hall +with a boarded-up window at the end.</p> +<p>There were four closed doors along the hall. The +one at the right front would lead into the room +where a window blind had moved. Nann almost +held her breath as Dick, after scratching another +match, tried the door. It did not open. “Mabbe it’s +jest stuck,” Gib suggested. “Let’s all push.” This +they did and the door burst open so suddenly that +they plunged headlong into the room and the flicker +of the match went out. How musty and dark it +was! Quickly another match was lighted; but there +seemed to be no occupant other than themselves. +The closet door, standing open, revealed merely row +after row of hooks and shelves. There was no furniture +in the room of a concealing nature. Nann +went at once to the blind and found that it was +swinging slightly. “Well,” she had to acknowledge, +“I believe after all I was wrong in my surmise. +Let’s get back. Dories will be worried about me.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_145">[145]</div> +<p>Dick, before leaving the room, hooked the blind +carefully on the inside, and, after closing the window, +he remarked, “It’s queer Mother should have +left a window open as well as the back door. But +I remember now. She said that they were afraid of +losing the train. Something had delayed them. I +had gone on ahead to start school.”</p> +<p>When they were again safely out in the sunshine, +Nann inquired, “I wonder where your mother left +the key. It isn’t in the door.”</p> +<p>Before replying Dick went to one corner beneath +the porch, removed a lattice door which could not +have been discovered by anyone not knowing about +it, reached his hand around to one of the uprights +where, on a nail, he found the key hanging. He held +it up triumphantly. Then, after locking the kitchen +door, he replaced the key and the lattice, exclaiming +as he did so, “I believe I understand now what happened. +In the hurry, Mother put the key in the right +place without having locked the door, so that’s that.” +But Nann was not entirely convinced.</p> +<p>The late afternoon fog was drifting in when the +three started to walk along the beach. They saw +Dories running to meet them. “Well, thanks be +you’re all alive,” was her relieved exclamation.</p> +<p>Nann laughed. “Did you think a cannibal was +hiding in the Burton cottage?” Then she added, +pretending to be disappointed, “I had at least hoped +to find a ghost or a——”</p> +<p>“Look! Look!” Gib cried excitedly, pointing beyond +the rocks.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_146">[146]</div> +<p>“What? Where?” the girls scrambled to the top +step of cabin three, which they happened to be passing, +that they might have a better view of whatever +had aroused Gib’s interest.</p> +<p>“Is it the Phantom Yacht?” Nann asked, almost +hoping that it was.</p> +<p>“No, ’tisn’t that, I’m sure, because it isn’t white.” +Gib continued to stare into the gathering dusk. “It’s +some queer kind of craft, as best I can make out, +and it’s scooting away from the shore at a pretty +speedy rate and heading right for the island.” For +a moment the young people fairly held their breath +as they watched.</p> +<p>Dick was the first to break in with, “Gee-whiliker! +I know what it is! Stupid that I didn’t get on to it +from the very first.”</p> +<p>“Why, Dick, what do you think it is?” Dories +inquired.</p> +<p>“I don’t think; I know! It’s that seaplane! Look! +There she soars. See her take the air! Now the +pilot’s turning her nose, and heading straight for +Boston.”</p> +<p>“Whoever ’tis in that airplane is takin’ a purty +big chance,” Gibralter commented, “startin’ up with +night a comin’ on and fog a sailin’ in.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_147">[147]</div> +<p>Dick was optimistic. “He’ll keep ahead of the +fog all right, and those high-powered machines +travel so fast he’ll be at the landing place, outside of +Boston, before it’s really dark. He’s safe enough, +but the big question is, who is he, and what was he +doing over there close to the old ruin?”</p> +<p>“Maybe he knows about that opening in the +swamp,” Nann ventured.</p> +<p>“I bet ye he does! Like’s not he has a little boat +and goes up to the ol’ ruin in it.”</p> +<p>“But where do you suppose his airship was anchored?” +Dories inquired. “Probably in the cove +beyond the marsh,” Dick replied, when Gib broke in +with, “Gee, I sure sartin wish we’d taken a chance +and gone out in the punt. I sure do. I’d o’ gone, +but Dick, he was afraid!”</p> +<p>The city lad flushed, but he said at once, “You +are wrong, Gib, but I promised my mother that I +would only go out in your punt when the tide was +low, and when I give my word, she knows that she +can depend upon it.”</p> +<p>“You are right, Dick. It is worth more to have +your mother able to trust you, when you are out of +her sight, than it is to solve all the mysteries that +ever were or will be.” Nann’s voice expressed her +approval of the city lad. Gib’s only comment was, +“Wall, how kin we go at low tide? It comes ’long +’bout midnight!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_148">[148]</div> +<p>“What if it does? We can—” Dick had started to +say, but interrupted himself to add, “’Twouldn’t be +fair to go without the girls since they found the +opening in the swamp. It will be low tide again +tomorrow noon, and I vote we wait until then.”</p> +<p>“O, Dick, that’s ever so nice of you! We girls +are wild to go.” Nann fairly beamed at him.</p> +<p>“Wall, so long. We’ll see you ’bout noon tomorrow.” +This from Gib. Dick waved his cap and +smiled back over his shoulder.</p> +<p>“I can hardly wait,” Nann said, as the two girls +went into the cabin. “I feel in my bones that we’re +going to find clues that will solve all of the mysteries +soon.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_149">[149]</div> +<h2 id="c20"><br />CHAPTER XX. +<br />ONE MYSTERY SOLVED</h2> +<p>A glorious autumn morning dawned and Dories +sat up suddenly. Shaking Nann, she whispered +excitedly: “I hear it again.”</p> +<p>“What? The ghost? Was he ringing the bell?” +This sleepily from the girl who seemed to have no +desire to waken, but, at her companion’s urgent: +“No, not the bell! Do sit up, Nann, and listen. +Isn’t that the airplane coming back? Hark!”</p> +<p>Fully awake, the other girl did sit up and listen. +Then leaping from the bed, she ran to the window +that overlooked the wide expanse of marsh.</p> +<p>“Yes, yes,” she cried. “There it is! It’s flying +low, as though it were going to land, and it’s heading +straight for the old ruin. Get dressed as quickly +as you can.”</p> +<p>“But why?” queried the astonished Dories. “We +can’t get any nearer than we did yesterday; that is, +not by land, and the tide is high again, and so we +can’t go out in the punt.”</p> +<p>Nann did not reply, but continued to dress hurriedly, +and so her friend did likewise.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_150">[150]</div> +<p>“I don’t know why it is,” the former confided a +moment later, “but I feel in my bones that this is +the day of the great revelation.”</p> +<p>“Not according to the yellow messages. They +would tell us that in seven days we would know all.” +Dories was brushing her brown hair preparing to +weave it into two long braids.</p> +<p>“But, as I told you before,” Nann remarked, “I +don’t believe the papers refer to the old ruin mystery +at all. In fact, I think the ghost that writes +the message on the papers does not even know there +is an old ruin mystery.”</p> +<p>“Well, you’re a better detective than I am,” Dories +confessed as she tied a ribbon bow on the end of +each braid. “I haven’t any idea about anything that +is happening.”</p> +<p>The girls stole downstairs and ran out on the +beach, hoping to see the airplane, but the long, shining +white beach was deserted and the only sound +was the crashing of the waves over the rocks and +along the shore, for the tide was high.</p> +<p>“I wonder if Dick and Gib heard the plane passing +over their town?” Dories had just said, when +Nann, glancing in the direction of the road, exclaimed +gleefully, “They sure did, for here they come +at headlong speed this very minute.” The big, boney, +white horse stopped so suddenly when it reached the +sand that both of the boys were unseated. Laughingly +they sprang to the beach and waved their caps +to the girls, who hurried to meet them.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_151">[151]</div> +<p>“Good morning, boys!” Nann called as soon as +they were near enough for her voice to be heard +above the crashing of the waves. “I judge you also +saw the plane.”</p> +<p>“Yeah! We’uns heerd it comin’ ’long ’fore we +saw it, an’ we got ol’ Spindly out’n her stall in a +twinklin’, I kin tell you.”</p> +<p>The city lad laughed as though at an amusing +memory. “The old mare was sound asleep when +we started, but when she heard that buzzing and +whirring over her head, she thought she was being +pursued by a regiment of demons, seemed like. She +lit out of that barn and galloped as she never had +before. Of course the airplane passed us long ago, +but that gallant steed of ours was going so fast that +I wasn’t sure that we would be able to stop her +before we got over to the island.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_152">[152]</div> +<p>Gib, it was plain, was impatient to be away, and +so promising to report if they found anything of +interest, the lads raced toward the point of rocks, +while the girls went indoors to prepare breakfast. +Dories found her Great-Aunt Jane in a happier +frame of mind than usual. She was sitting up in +bed, propped with pillows, when her niece carried in +the tray. And when a few moments later the girl +was leaving the room, she chanced to glance back +and was sure that the old woman was chuckling as +though she had thought of something very amusing. +Dories confided this astonishing news item to Nann +while they ate their breakfast in the kitchen. “What +do you suppose Aunt Jane was thinking about? It +was surely something which amused her?” Dories +was plainly puzzled.</p> +<p>Nann smiled. “Doesn’t it seem to you that your +aunt must be thoroughly rested by this time? I +should think that she would like to get out in the +sunshine these wonderful bracing mornings. It +would do her a lot more good than being cooped up +indoors.”</p> +<p>Dories agreed, commenting that old people were +certainly queer. It was midmorning when the girls, +having completed their few household tasks, again +went to the beach to look for the boys. The tide +was going out and the waves were quieter. Arm in +arm they walked along on the hard sand. Dories +was saying, “Aunt Jane told me that she would like +to read to herself this morning. I was so afraid that +she would ask me to read to her. Not but that I do +want to be useful sometimes, but this morning I am +so eager to know what the boys are doing. I wish +they would come. I wonder where they went.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_153">[153]</div> +<p>“I think I know,” Nann replied. “I believe they +are lying flat on the big smooth rock on which we +sat that day Gibralter told us the story of the Phantom +Yacht. You recall that we had a fine view of +the old ruin from there.”</p> +<p>“But why would they be lying flat?” Dories, who +had little imagination, looked up to inquire.</p> +<p>“So that they could observe whoever might enter +the old ruin without being observed, my child.”</p> +<p>“But, Nann, why would anyone want to get into +that dreadful place unless it was just out of curiosity, +which, of course, is our only motive.”</p> +<p>“I’m sure I don’t know,” the older girl had to +confess, adding: “That is a mystery that we have +yet to solve.”</p> +<p>Suddenly Nann laughed aloud. “What’s the +joke?” This from her astonished companion. +Since Nann continued to laugh, and was pointing +merrily at her, Dories began to bristle. “Well, +what’s funny about me? Have I buttoned my dress +wrong?”</p> +<p>The other maid shook her head. “It’s something +about your braids,” she replied.</p> +<p>“Oh, I suppose I put on different colored ribbons. +I remember noticing a yellow one near the red.” +She swung both of the braids around as she spoke, +but the ribbon bows were of the same hue. Tossing +them back over her shoulder, she said complacently: +“This isn’t the first of April, my dear. There’s +nothing the matter with my braids and so—” But +Nann interrupted, “Isn’t there? Unbeliever, behold!” +Leaping forward, she lifted a braid, held it +in front of her friend, and pointed at a bit of +crumpled yellow paper. Dories laughed, too.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_154">[154]</div> +<p>“Well,” Nann exclaimed, “that proves to my +entire satisfaction that a supernatural being does <i>not</i> +write the notes and hide them just where we will be +sure to find them.”</p> +<p>“But who do you suppose does write them?” +Dories asked. “This morning I’ve been close enough +to four people to have them slip that folded paper in +my hair ribbon. Their names are Nann Sibbett, +Great-Aunt Jane, Gibralter Strait and Dick Moore. +Dick, of course, is eliminated because he was nowhere +about when the messages first began to appear. +It isn’t <i>your</i> hand-writing,” the speaker was +closely scrutinizing the note, “and, as for Gib, I’m +not sure that he can write at all.” Then a light of +conviction appeared in her eyes. “Do you know +what I believe?” she turned toward her friend as +one who had made an astonishing discovery. “I +believe Great-Aunt Jane writes these notes and that +she gets up out of bed when we are away from home +and hides them.”</p> +<p>Nann laughed. “I agree with you perfectly. I +suspected her the other day, but I didn’t want to tell +you until I was more sure. But why do you suppose +she does it—if she does?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_155">[155]</div> +<p>Dories shook her head, then she exclaimed: “Now +I know why Aunt Jane was chuckling to herself +when I looked back. She had just slipped the folded +paper into my hair ribbon, I do believe.”</p> +<p>“The next thing for us to find out is when and +why she does it?” The girls had stopped at the foot +of the rocks and Nann changed the subject to say: +“I wonder why the boys don’t come. It’s almost +noon. We’ll have to go back and prepare your Aunt +Jane’s lunch.” She turned toward the home cottage +as she spoke. Dories gave a last lingering look up +toward the tip-top rock. “Maybe they have been +carried off in the airplane,” she suggested.</p> +<p>“Impossible!” Nann said. “It couldn’t depart +without our hearing.”</p> +<p>When they reached the cabin, Dories whispered, +“I’ve nine minds to show Aunt Jane the notes and +watch her expression. I am sure I could tell if she +is guilty.”</p> +<p>“Don’t!” Nann warned. “Let her have her innocent +fun if she wishes.” Then, when they were in +the kitchen making a fire in the wood stove, Nann +added, “I believe, my dear girl, that there is more +to the meaning of those messages than just innocent +fun. I believe your Aunt Jane is going to disclose +to you something far more important than the solving +of the ruin mystery. She may tell you where +the fortune is that your father should have had, or +something like that.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_156">[156]</div> +<p>Dories, who had been filling the tea-kettle at the +kitchen pump, whirled about, her face shining. +“Nann Sibbett,” she exclaimed in a low voice, “do +you really, truly think that may be what we are to +know in seven days? O, wouldn’t I be glad I came +to this terrible place if it were? Then Mother darling +wouldn’t have to sew any more and you and I +could go away to school. Why just all of our +dreams would come true.”</p> +<p>“Clip fancy’s wings, dearie,” Nann cautioned as +she cut the bread preparing to make toast. “Usually +I am the one imagining things, but now it is you.”</p> +<p>Dories looked at her aunt with new interest when +she went into her room fifteen minutes later with the +tray, but the old woman, who was again lying down, +motioned her to put the tray on a small table near +and not disturb her. As Dories was leaving the +room, her aunt called, “I won’t need you girls this +afternoon.”</p> +<p>“Just as though she divined our wish to go somewhere,” +Nann commented, a few moments later, +when Dories had told her.</p> +<p>“I’ll tell you what let’s do,” the younger girl suggested, +“let’s pack a lunch of sandwiches and olives +and cookies. Then when the boys come we can +have a picnic. It’s noon and they didn’t have a +lunch with them, I am sure.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_157">[157]</div> +<p>“Good, that will be fun,” Nann agreed. “I’ll look +now and see if they are coming. We don’t want +them to escape us.”</p> +<p>A moment later she returned from the front porch +shaking her head. “Not a trace of them,” she reported. +Hurriedly they prepared a lunch and packed +it in a box. Then, after donning their bright-colored +tams and sweater coats, they went out the +back door and were just rounding the front of +the cabin when Nann exclaimed, “Here they come, +or rather there they go, for they do not seem to +have the least idea of stopping here.”</p> +<p>Nann was right. The two lads had appeared, +scrambling over the point of rocks, and away they +ran along the hard sand of the beach, acknowledging +the existence of the girls merely by a hilarious +waving of the arms.</p> +<p>Nann turned toward her friend, her large eyes +glowing. “They’ve found a clue, I’m sure certain! +You can tell by the way they are racing that they +are just ever so excited about something.” As she +spoke the boys disappeared over a hummock of sand, +going in the direction of the inlet where Gibralter +kept his punt hidden.</p> +<p>Dories clapped her hands. “I know!” she cried +elatedly. “They’re going out in the punt. The tide +has turned! Oh, Nann, what do you suppose they +saw?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_158">[158]</div> +<p>“I believe they saw the pilot of the airplane enter +the old ruin, so now they are going to get the punt, +and they’re in a great hurry to get back to the creek +before the airplane leaves.”</p> +<p>“Oh! How exciting! Do you suppose they will +make it?”</p> +<p>Nann intently watched the blue water beyond the +hummock of sand as she replied, “I believe they +will.” Then she added, “Oh, dear, I do hope they’ll +take time to stop and get us. It wouldn’t be fair for +them to have all the thrills, since we girls found the +channel in the marsh.”</p> +<p>“Of course they’ll take us,” Dories replied, although +in her heart of hearts she rather hoped they +would not, as she was not as eager as Nann for +adventure. “You know Dick said it wouldn’t be fair +to go without us.”</p> +<p>Nann nodded. Then, with sudden brightening, +“Hurry! Here they come! Let’s race down to the +point o’ rocks and see if they want to hail us.”</p> +<p>Then, as they started, “Do you know, Dori, I feel +as though something most unexpected is about to +happen. I mean something very different from +what we think.”</p> +<p>The girls had reached the point of rocks and were +standing with shaded eyes, gazing out at the glistening +water.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_159">[159]</div> +<p>The flat-bottomed boat slowly neared them. +Dick held one oar and Gib the other. They both had +their backs toward the point and evidently they had +not seen the girls.</p> +<p>“Why, I do declare! They aren’t going to stop. +They’re going right by without us.” Nann felt very +much neglected, when suddenly Gib turned and +grinned toward them with so much mischief in his +expression that Dories concluded: “They did that +just to tease. See, they’re heading in this way now.”</p> +<p>This was true, and Dick, making a trumpet of his +hands, called: “Want to come, girls? If so, scramble +over to the flat rock, quick’s you can! We’re in a +terrifical hurry!”</p> +<p>Dories and Nann needed no second invitation, but +climbed over the jagged rocks and stood on the +broad one which was uncovered at low tide and +which served as a landing dock.</p> +<p>Dick, the gallant, leaped out to assist them into +the punt, then, seizing his oar, he commanded his +mate, “Make it snappy, old man. We want to catch +the modern air pirate before he gets away with his +treasure.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_160">[160]</div> +<h2 id="c21"><br />CHAPTER XXI. +<br />A CHANNEL IN THE SWAMP</h2> +<p>The wind was from the shore and Gib suggested +that the small sail be run up. This was soon done +and away the little craft went bounding over the +evenly rolling waves and, before very many minutes, +the point was rounded and the swamp reached.</p> +<p>“Where is the airplane anchored?” Nann inquired, +peering curiously into the cove which was unoccupied +by craft of any kind.</p> +<p>“Well, we aren’t sure as to that,” Dick told her, +speaking softly as though fearing to be overheard. +“We climbed to the top of the rocks and lay there +for hours, or so it seemed to me. We were waiting +for the tide to turn so we could go out in the punt. +But all the time we were there we didn’t see or hear +anything of the airplane or the pilot. Of course, +since it’s a seaplane, too, it’s probably anchored over +beyond the marsh.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_161">[161]</div> +<p>“Now my theory is that the pilot has a little tender +and that in it he rowed up the creek and probably, +right this very minute, he is in the old ruin, and like +as not if we go up there we will meet him face to +face.”</p> +<p>“Br-r-r!” Dories shuddered and her eyes were +big and round. “Don’t you think we’d better wait +here? We could hide the punt in the reeds and +watch who comes out. You wouldn’t want to meet—a—a—”</p> +<p>Dories was at a loss to conjecture who they might +meet, but Gib chimed in with, “Don’t care who ’tis!” +Then, looking anxiously at the girl who had spoken, +he said, “’Pears we’d ought to’ve left you at home. +’Pears like we’d ought.”</p> +<p>The boy looked so truly troubled that Dories +assumed a courage she did not feel. “No, indeed, +Gib! If you three aren’t afraid to meet whoever it +is, neither am I. Row ahead.”</p> +<p>Thus advised, the lad lowered the small sail, and +the two boys rowed the punt to the opening in the +marsh.</p> +<p>It was just wide enough for the punt to enter. +“Wall, we uns can’t use the oars no further, that’s +sure sartin.” Gib took off his cap to scratch his ear +as he always did when perplexed.</p> +<p>“I have it!” Dick seized an oar, stepped to the +stern, asked Nann to take the seat in the middle of +the boat and then he stood and pushed the punt +into the narrow creek.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_162">[162]</div> +<p>They had not progressed more than two boat-lengths +when a whizzing, whirring noise was heard +and the seaplane scudded from behind a reedy point +which had obscured it, and crossed their cove before +taking to the air. Then it turned its nose toward +the island. All that the watchers could see of the +pilot was his leather-hooded, dark-goggled head, and, +as he had not turned in their direction, it was quite +evident that he didn’t know of their existence.</p> +<p>“Gone!” Dick cried dramatically. “’Foiled again,’ +as they say on the stage.”</p> +<p>“Wall, anyhow, we’re here, so let’s go on up the +creek and see what’s in the ol’ ruin.”</p> +<p>Dick obeyed by again pushing the boat along with +the one oar. Dories said not a word as the punt +moved slowly among the reeds that stood four feet +above the water and were tangled and dense.</p> +<p>“There’s one lucky thing for us,” Nann began, +after having watched the dark water at the side of +the craft. “That sea serpent you were telling about, +Gib, couldn’t hide in this marsh.”</p> +<p>“Maybe not,” Dick agreed, “but it’s a favorite +feeding ground for slimy water snakes.” Nann +glanced anxiously at her friend, then, noting how +pale she was, she changed the subject. “How still +it is in here,” she commented.</p> +<p>A breeze rustled through the drying reed-tops, but +there was indeed no other sound.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_163">[163]</div> +<p>In and out, the narrow creek wound, making so +many turns that often they could not see three feet +ahead of them.</p> +<p>For a moment the four young people in the punt +were silent, listening to the faint rustle of the dry +reeds all about them in the swamp. There was no +other sound save that made by the flat-bottomed +boat, as Dick, standing in the stern, pushed it with +one oar.</p> +<p>“There’s another curve ahead,” Nann whispered. +Somehow in that silent place they could not bring +themselves to speak aloud.</p> +<p>“Seems to me the water is getting very shallow,” +Dories observed. She was staring over one side of +the boat watching for the slimy snakes Dick had told +her made the marsh their feeding ground.</p> +<p>“H-m-m! I wonder!” Nann, with half closed +eyes looked meditatively ahead.</p> +<p>“Wonder what?” her friend glanced up to inquire.</p> +<p>“I was thinking that perhaps we won’t be able to +go much farther up this channel, since the tide is +going out. The water in the marsh keeps getting +lower and lower.”</p> +<p>“Gee-whiliker, Nann!” Dick looked alarmed. +“I believe you’re right. I’ve been thinking for some +seconds that the pushing was harder than it has +been.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_164">[164]</div> +<p>They had reached a turn in the narrow channel as +he spoke, but, when he tried to steer the punt into it, +the flat-bottomed boat stopped with such suddenness +that, had he not been leaning hard on the oar, he +would surely have been thrown into the muddy +water. As it was, he lost his balance and fell on the +broad stern seat. Dories, too, had been thrown forward, +while Gib leaped to the bow to look ahead and +see what had obstructed their progress.</p> +<p>“Great fish-hooks! If we haven’t run aground,” +was the result of his observation.</p> +<p>“Nann’s right. This here channel dries up with +the tide goin’ out.”</p> +<p>“Then the only way to get to the old ruin is to +come when the turning tide fills this channel in the +marsh,” Dick put in.</p> +<p>“Wall, it’s powerful disappointin’,” Gib looked +his distress, “bein’ as the tide won’t turn till ’long +about midnight, an’ you’ve got to go back to Boston +on the evening train.”</p> +<p>“I’d ought to go, to be there in time for school +on Monday,” the lad agreed.</p> +<p>“Couldn’t you make it if you took the early morning +train?” Nann inquired.</p> +<p>“May be so,” Dick replied, “but we can decide +that later. The big thing just now is, how’re we +going to get out of this creek?”</p> +<p>“Why—” The girls looked helplessly from one +boy to the other. “Is there any problem about it? +Can’t you just push out the way you pushed in?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_165">[165]</div> +<p>Dick’s expression betrayed his perplexity. “Hmm! +I’m not at all sure, with the tide going out as fast as +it is now.”</p> +<p>“Gracious!” Dories looked up in alarm. “We +won’t have to stay in this dreadful marsh until the +tide turns, will we?” Then appealingly, “Oh, Dick, +please do hurry and try to get us out of here. Aunt +Jane will be terribly worried if we don’t get home +before dark.”</p> +<p>The boy addressed had already leaped to the stern +of the boat and was pushing on the one oar with all +his strength. Gib snatched the other oar and tried +to help, but still they did not move. Then Nann +had an inspiration. “Dori,” she said, “you catch +hold of the reeds on that side and I will on this and +let’s pull, too. Now, one, two, three! All together!”</p> +<p>Their combined efforts proved successful. The +punt floated, but it was quite evident that they would +have to travel fast to keep from again being +grounded, so they all four continued to push and +pull, and it was with a sigh of relief that they at last +reached deeper water as the channel widened into +the sea.</p> +<p>“Well, that certainly was a narrow escape,” Nann +exclaimed as the punt slipped out of the narrow +channel of the marsh into the quiet waters of the +cove.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_166">[166]</div> +<p>“Now we know why the pilot of the airplane left. +He probably visits the old ruin only at high tide, +when he is sure that there is water enough in the +creek,” Dick announced.</p> +<p>Dories seemed greatly relieved that the expedition +had returned to the open, and, as it was sheltered +in the cove, the boys soon rowed across to the point +of rocks. “If Gib could leave the punt here where +the water is so sheltered and quiet, your mother, +Dick, would not object even if you went out when +the tide is high, would she?” Nann inquired.</p> +<p>“No, indeed,” the boy replied. “Mother merely +had reference to the open sea. A punt would have +little chance out there if it were caught between the +surf and the rocks, but here it is always calm.”</p> +<p>While they had been talking, Gib had been busy +letting his home-made anchor overboard. It was a +heavy piece of iron tied to a rope, which in turn was +fastened to the bow.</p> +<p>“Hold on there, Cap’n!” Dick merrily called. “Let +the passengers ashore before you anchor.” Gib +grinned as he drew the heavy piece of iron back into +the punt. Then Dick rowed close to the rocks and +assisted the girls out.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_167">[167]</div> +<p>“What shall we do now?” he turned to ask when +he saw that Gib had pushed off again. He dropped +the anchor a little more than a boat length from the +point, pulled off his shoes and stockings and waded +to the rocks. After putting them on again he joined +the others, who had started to climb.</p> +<p>When they reached the wide, flat “tiptop” rock +Dories sank down, exclaiming, “Honestly, I never +was so hungry before in all my life.” Then, laughingly, +she added, “Nann Sibbett, here we have been +carrying that box of lunch all this time and forgot +to eat it. The boys must be starved.”</p> +<p>“Whoopla!” Dick shouted. “Starved doesn’t half +express my famished condition. Does it yours, Gib?”</p> +<p>The red-headed boy beamed. “I’m powerful hungry +all right,” he acknowledged, “but I’m sort o’ +used to that.” However, he sat down when he was +invited to do so and ate the good sandwiches given +him with as much relish as the others.</p> +<p>Half an hour later they were again on the sand +walking toward the row of cottages. Nann glanced +at the upper window of the Burton cabin, and Dick, +noticing, glanced in the same direction. Then, smiling +at the girl, he said, “I guess, after all, there has +been no one in the cottage. The blind is still closed +just as I left it yesterday.”</p> +<p>“We’ll look again tonight,” Nann said, adding, +“We’ll each have to carry a lantern.”</p> +<p>“What are you two planning?” Dories asked suspiciously.</p> +<p>“Can’t you guess the meaning that underlies our +present conversation?” Nann smilingly inquired.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_168">[168]</div> +<p>“Goodness, I’m almost afraid that I can,” was +her friend’s queer confession. “I do believe you are +plotting a visit to the old ruin at the turn of the tide, +and that will not be until midnight, Gib said.”</p> +<p>“It’s something like that,” Dick agreed.</p> +<p>“Well, you can count me out.” Dories shuddered +as she spoke.</p> +<p>Nann laughed. “I know just exactly what will +happen (this teasingly) when you hear me tiptoeing +down the back stairs. You’ll dart after me; for you +know you’re afraid to stay alone in our loft at +night.”</p> +<p>“You are wrong there,” Dories contended. “Now +that I know about the ghost, I won’t be afraid to +stay alone, and I would be terribly afraid to go to +the ruin at midnight, even with three companions.”</p> +<p>“Speaking of lanterns,” Dick put in, “if it’s foggy +we won’t be able to go at all. That would be running +unnecessary risks, but if it is clear, there ought +to be a full moon shining along about midnight, and +that will make all the light we will need.” Then he +hastened to add, “But we’ll take lanterns, for we +might need them inside the old ruin, and what is +more, I’ll take my flashlight.”</p> +<p>The boys had left the white horse tied to the cottage +nearest the road. When they had mounted, +Spindly started off as suddenly as hours before it +had stopped.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_169">[169]</div> +<p>“Good-bye,” Dick waved his cap to the girls, +“we’ll whistle when we get to the beach.”</p> +<p>“Just look at Spindly gallop,” Dories said. “The +poor thing is eager to get to its dinner, I suppose.” +Arm in arm they turned toward their home-cabin.</p> +<p>“My, such exciting things are happening!” Nann +exclaimed joyfully. “I wouldn’t have missed this +month by the sea for anything.”</p> +<p>Dories shuddered. “I’ll have to confess that I’m +not very keen about visiting the old ruin at——” +She interrupted herself to cry out excitedly, “Nann, +do look over toward the island. We forgot all about +that sea plane. There it is just taking to the air. +What do you suppose it has been doing out on that +desolate island all this time?”</p> +<p>Nann shook her head, then shaded her eyes to +watch the airplane as it soared high, again headed +for Boston.</p> +<p>“Little do you guess, Mr. Pilot,” she called to +him, “that tonight we are to discover the secret of +your visits to the old ruin.”</p> +<p>“Maybe!” Dories put in laconically.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_170">[170]</div> +<h2 id="c22"><br />CHAPTER XXII. +<br />THE OLD RUIN AT MIDNIGHT</h2> +<p>Never had two girls been more interested and +excited than were Dories and Nann as midnight +neared. Of course they neither of them slept a wink +nor had they undressed. Nann had truly prophesied. +Dories declared that when she came to think of it, +nothing could induce her to stay alone in that loft +room at midnight, and that if she were to meet a +ghost or any other mysterious person, she would +rather meet him in company of Nann, Dick and Gib.</p> +<p>Every hour after they retired, they crept from +bed to gaze out of the small window which overlooked +the ocean. At first the fog was so dense that +they could see but dimly the white line of rushing +surf out by the point of rocks.</p> +<p>“Well, we might as well give up the plan,” Dories +announced as it neared eleven and the sky was still +obscured.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_171">[171]</div> +<p>But Nann replied that when the moon was full it +often succeeded in dispelling the fog by some magic +it seemed to possess, and that she didn’t intend to go +to sleep until she was sure that the boys weren’t +coming. She declared that she wouldn’t miss the +adventure for anything.</p> +<p>Dories fell asleep, however, and, for that matter, +so, too, did Nann, and since they were both very +weary from the unusual excitement and late hours, +they would not have awakened until morning had it +not been for a low whistle at the back of the cabin.</p> +<p>Instantly Nann sprang up. “That must be Gib,” +she whispered. Then added, jubilantly: “It’s as +bright as day. The moon is shining now in all its +splendor.”</p> +<p>In five seconds the two girls had crept down the +outer stairway, and as they tiptoed across the back +porch, two dark forms emerged from the shadows +and approached them.</p> +<p>“Hist!” Gib whispered melodramatically, bent on +making the adventure as mysterious as possible. +“You gals track along arter us fellows, and don’t +make any noise.”</p> +<p>Then without further parley, Gib darted into the +shadow of the woodshed, and from there crept +stealthily along back of the seven boarded-up cabins.</p> +<p>“What’s the idea of stealing along like this?” +Nann inquired when the wide sandy spaces were +reached.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_172">[172]</div> +<p>“We thought we’d keep hidden as much as possible,” +Dick told her. “For if that airplane pilot +is anywhere around, we don’t want him to get wise +to us.”</p> +<p>“But, of course, he isn’t around,” Dories said. +“How could he be? An airplane can’t fly over our +beach without being heard. It would waken us from +the deepest sleep, I am sure.”</p> +<p>They were walking four abreast toward the point +which loomed darkly ahead of them. “I suppose +you’re right,” Dick agreed, “but it sort of adds to +the zip of it to pretend we’re going to steal upon that +airplane pilot and catch him at whatever it is that he +comes here to do.”</p> +<p>The girls did not need much assistance in climbing +the rocks nor in descending on the side of the +cove. Gibralter, as before, removed his shoes and +stockings, waded out to the punt, drew up the anchor +and then returned for the others. The moon had +risen high enough in the clear starlit sky to shine +down into the narrow channel in the marsh and, as +the water deepened continually and was flowing inward, +it was merely a matter of steering the flat-bottomed +boat, which the boys did easily, Dick in +the stern with an oar while Gib in the bow caught the +reeds first on one side and then on the other, thus +keeping the blunt nose of the punt always in the +middle of the creek.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_173">[173]</div> +<p>“Sh! Don’t say a loud word,” Gib cautioned, as +they reached the curve where the afternoon before +they had run aground.</p> +<p>“Goodness, you make me feel shivery all over,” +Dories whispered. “Who do you suppose would +hear if we did speak out loud?”</p> +<p>“Dunno,” Dick replied, “but we won’t take any +chances.”</p> +<p>The creek was perceptibly widening and the rising +tide carried them along more swiftly, but still the +reeds were high over their heads and so, even though +Dick was standing as he pushed with an oar, he +could not see the old ruin, but abruptly the marsh +ended and there, high and dry on a mound, stood +the object of their search, looking more forlorn and +haunted than it had from a distance.</p> +<p>The boys had been about to run the boat up on +the mound, when suddenly, and without a sound of +warning, Dick shoved the punt as fast he could back +into the shelter of the reeds from which they had +just emerged.</p> +<p>“Why d’y do that?” Gib inquired in a low voice. +“D’y see anything that scared you, kid?”</p> +<p>“I saw it, too!” Dories eyes were wide and startled. +“That is, I thought I saw a light, but it went +out so quickly I decided maybe it was the moonlight +flashing on something.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_174">[174]</div> +<p>“Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t.” Dick moved +the punt close to the edge of the reeds that they +might observe the ruin from a safe distance.</p> +<p>“But who could be in there?” Nann wondered. +“We have never seen anyone around except the pilot +of the airplane and we have all agreed that he can’t +be here tonight.”</p> +<p>“No, he isn’t!” Dick was fast recovering his +courage. “I believe Dories may have been right +Probably it was only reflected moonlight. Perhaps +you girls had better remain in the punt while we +fellows investigate.”</p> +<p>“No, indeed, we’ll all go together.” Nann settled +the matter. “Now shove back up to the mound, +Dick, and let’s get out.” This was done and the +four young people climbed from the punt and stood +for a long silent moment staring at the ruin that +loomed so dark and desolate just ahead of them.</p> +<p>“Thar ’tis! Thar’s that light agin!” Gib seized +his friend’s arm and pointed, adding with conviction: +“Dori was right. It’s suthin’ swingin’ in the +wind an’ flashin’ in the moonlight.”</p> +<p>“Gib,” Nann said, “that is probably what the +people in Siquaw Center have seen on moonlight +nights.”</p> +<p>“Like’s not!” the red-headed lad agreed. Then +stealthily they tiptoed toward the two tall pillars that +stood like ghostly sentinels in front of the roofless +part of the house which had once been the salon.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_175">[175]</div> +<p>The side walls were crumbled, but the rear wall +stood erect, supporting one side of the roof which +tipped forward till it reached the ground, although +one corner was upheld by a heap of fallen stone.</p> +<p>“I suppose we’ll have to creep beneath that corner +if we want to see what’s under the roof,” Dick said. +He looked anxiously at the girls as he spoke, but +Nann replied briskly, “Of course we will. Who’ll +lead the way?”</p> +<p>“Since I have a flashlight, I will,” the city boy +offered. “Here, Nann, give me your lantern and +I’ll light it. Then if you girls get separated from +us boys, you won’t be in the dark.”</p> +<p>“Goodness, Dick!” Dories shivered. “What in +the world is going to separate us? Can’t we keep +all close together?”</p> +<p>“Course we can,” Gib cheerfully assured her. +“Dick kin go in furst, you girls follow, an’ I’ll be +rear guard.”</p> +<p>“You mean I can go in when I find an opening,” +the city boy turned back to whisper. Somehow they +just couldn’t bring themselves to talk out loud.</p> +<p>Nann held her lantern high and looked at the +corner nearest where a crumbling wall upheld the +roof. “There ought to be room to creep in over +there,” she pointed, “if it weren’t for all that debris +on the ground.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_176">[176]</div> +<p>“We’ll soon dispose of that,” Dick said, going to +the spot and placing his flashlight on a rock that it +might illumine their labors. The two boys fell to +work with a will tossing away bricks and stones and +broken pieces of plaster.</p> +<p>At last an opening large enough to be entered on +hands and knees appeared. Dick cautioned the girls +ta stay where they were until he had investigated. +Dories gave a little startled cry when the boy disappeared, +fearing that the wall or the roof might fall +on him. After what seemed like a very long time, +they heard a low whistle on the inside of the opening. +Gib peered under and received whispered instructions +from Dick. “It’s safe enough as far as +I can see. Bring the girls in.” And so Dories crept +through the opening, followed by Nann and Gib. +Rising to their feet they found themselves in what +had one time been a large and handsomely furnished +drawing-room. A huge chandelier with dangling +crystals still hung from the cross-beams, and in the +night wind that entered from above they kept up a +constant low jangling noise. Heavy pieces of mahogany +furniture were tilted at strange angles where +the rotting floor had given way.</p> +<p>“Watch your step, girls,” Dick, in the lead, turned +to caution. “See, there’s a big hole ahead. I’ll go +around it first to be sure that the boards will hold. +Aha, yonder is a partition that is still standing. I +wonder what room is beyond that.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_177">[177]</div> +<p>“Look out, Dick!” came in a low terrorized cry +from Dories. The boy turned to see the girl, eyes +wide and frightened, pointing toward a dark corner +ahead. “There’s a man crouching over there. I’m +sure of it! I saw his face.”</p> +<p>Instantly Dick swung the flashlight until it illumined +the corner toward which Dories was still pointing. +There was unmistakably a face looking at them +with piercing dark eyes that were heavily overhung +with shaggy grey brows.</p> +<p>For one terrorized moment the four held their +breath. Even Dick and Gib were puzzled. Then, +with an assumption of bravery, the former called: +“Say, who are you? Come on out of there. We’re +not here to harm anything.”</p> +<p>But the upper part of the face (that was all they +could see) did not change expression, and so Dick +advanced nearer. Then his relieved laughter pealed +forth.</p> +<p>“Some man—that,” he said, as he flashed the +light beyond the pile of debris which partly concealed +the face.</p> +<p>“Why, if it isn’t an old painting!” Nann ejaculated.</p> +<p>And that, indeed, was what it proved to be. Battered +by its fall, the broken frame stood leaning +against a partition.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_178">[178]</div> +<p>“I believe its a portrait of that cruel old Colonel +Woodbury himself,” Dories remarked. Then eagerly +added, “I do wish we could find a picture of that +sweet girl, his daughter. Ever since Gib told us +her story I have thought of her as being as lovely +as a princess. Though I don’t suppose a real princess +is always beautiful.”</p> +<p>“I should say not! I’ve seen pictures of them +that couldn’t hold a candle to Nann, here.” This was +Dick’s blunt, boyish way of saying that he admired +the fearless girl.</p> +<p>Gib, having found a heavy cane, was poking +around in the piles of debris that bordered the partition +and his exclamation of delight took the others +to his side as rapidly as they could go.</p> +<p>“What have you found, old man?” Dick asked, +eagerly peering at a heap of rubbish.</p> +<p>“Nuther picture, seems like, or leastwise I reckon +it’s one.”</p> +<p>Gib busied himself tossing stones and fragments +of plaster to one side, and when he could free it, he +lifted a canvas which faced the wall and turned it so +that light fell full upon it.</p> +<p>“Gee-whiliker, it’s yer princess all right, all +right!” he averred. “Say, wasn’t she some beaut, +though?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_179">[179]</div> +<p>There were sudden tears in Nann’s eyes as she +spoke. “Oh, you poor, poor girl,” she said as she +bent above the pictured face, “how you have suffered +since that long-ago day when some artist painted +your portrait.”</p> +<p>“Even then she wasn’t happy,” Dories put in +softly. “See that little half-wistful smile? It’s as +though she felt much more like crying.”</p> +<p>“And now she is a woman and over in Europe +somewhere with a little girl and boy,” Nann took up +the tale; but Gib amended: “Not so very little. +Didn’t we cal’late that if they’re livin’ the gal’d be +about sixteen, an’ the boy eighteen or nineteen?”</p> +<p>“Why, that’s so.” Nann looked up brightly. +“When I spoke I was remembering the story as you +told it, and how sad the young mother looked when +she landed from the snow-white yacht and led a +little boy and girl up to this very house to beg her +father to forgive her. But I recall now, you said +that was at least ten years ago.”</p> +<p>“What shall we do with this beautiful picture?” +Dories inquired. “It doesn’t seem a bit right to +leave it here in all this rubbish, now that we’ve +found it.”</p> +<p>“Let’s take it into the next room,” Dick said; +“maybe we’ll find a better place to leave it.”</p> +<p>They had reached an opening in the rear partition, +but the heavy carved door still hung on one +hinge, obstructing their passage.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_180">[180]</div> +<p>“We <i>must</i> get through somehow,” Nann, the adventurous, +said. “I feel in my bones that the next +room holds something that will help solve the mystery +of the air pilot’s visits.”</p> +<p>Dories held the painting while Nann flashed the +light where it would best aid the boys in removing +the debris that held the old door in such a way that +it obstructed their passage into the room back of +the salon.</p> +<p>A long half-hour passed and the boys labored, +lifting stones and heavy pieces of ceiling, but, when +at last the floor space in front of the heavy door was +cleared, they found that something was holding it +tight shut on the other side.</p> +<p>“Gee-whiliker!” Dick ejaculated, removing his +cap and wiping his brow. “Talk about buried treasure. +If it’s as hard to get at as it is to get through +this door, I——”</p> +<p>He was interrupted by the younger girl, who said: +“Let’s pretend there is a treasure behind this door, +and after all, maybe there is. Perhaps the air pilot +is a smuggler of some kind and brings things here +to hide.” Dories had made a suggestion which had +not occurred to the boys.</p> +<p>“That’s so!” Dick agreed. “But if he gets into +the next room, he must have an entrance around at +the back of the ruin. No one has been through this +door since the flood undermined the old house.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_181">[181]</div> +<p>Gib was still trying to open the stubborn door. +He put his shoulder against it. “Come on, Dick, +help a fellow, will you?” he sang out.</p> +<p>The boys pushed as hard as they could and the +door moved just the least bit, then seemed to wedge +in a way that no further assaults upon it could +effect.</p> +<p>“Whizzle! What if that pilot feller is on the +other side holdin’ it. What if he is?”</p> +<p>“But he couldn’t be,” Nann protested. “We all +agreed long ago that he couldn’t be here because how +could he arrive in the airplane without being heard?”</p> +<p>“I know what I’m a-goin’ to do,” Gib’s expression +was determined. “I’m a-goin’ to smash a hole in +that ol’ door and crawl through.”</p> +<p>Dick sprang to get a heavy stone from one of the +crumbling side walls and Gib, having procured another, +the two boys began a battering which soon +resulted in a loud splintering sound and one of the +heavy panels was crashed in.</p> +<p>Gib wiggled his way through and Dick handed +him the searchlight. “Huh, we’re bright uns, we +are!” came in a muffled voice from the other room. +“Thar’s as much rubbish a holdin’ the door on this +side as thar was on the other, but I, fer one, jest +won’t move a stick o’ it.”</p> +<p>“No need to!” Nann said blithely. “Make that +hole a little bigger and we can all go through the +way you did.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_182">[182]</div> +<p>This was quickly done and the boys assisted the +two girls through the opening. Then they stood +close together looking about them as Dick flashed +the light. The room was not quite as much of a +wreck as the salon had been. In it a mahogany table +stood and the chairs with heavily carved legs and +backs had been little harmed. With a little cry of +delight, Nann dragged Dories toward an old-fashioned +mahogany sideboard. “Don’t you love it?” +she said enthusiastically, turning a glowing face +toward her companion. “Wouldn’t you adore having +it?” But before Dories could voice her admiration, +Dick, having looked at his watch, exclaimed: +“Gee-whiliker, I’ll have to beat it if I am to catch +that early train back to Boston. I hate to break up the +party.” He hesitated, glancing from one to the other.</p> +<p>“Of course you must go!” Nann, the sensible, declared. +“There’s another week-end coming.” Then +turning to her friend, who was still holding the picture, +she said: “Dori, let’s leave the painting of our +princess standing on the old mahogany sideboard.” +When this had been done, she addressed the picture: +“Good-bye, Lady of the Phantom Yacht. Keep +those sweet blue eyes of yours wide open that you +may tell us what mysterious things go on in this old +ruin while we are away.”</p> +<p>The pictured eyes were to gaze upon more than +the pictured lips would be able to tell.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_183">[183]</div> +<h2 id="c23"><br />CHAPTER XXIII. +<br />LETTERS OF IMPORTANCE</h2> +<p>The young people found the grey of dawn in the +sky when they emerged through the hole under one +corner of the roof and a new terror presented itself. +“What if the receding tide had left their boat high +and dry.” But luckily there was still enough water +in the narrow creek to take them out to the cove. +Since they were in haste, the sail was put in place +and a brisk wind from the land took them out and +around the point. There was still too high a surf to +make possible a landing on the platform rock and +so the girls were obliged to go with the boys as far +as the inlet in which Gib kept his punt. The white +horse had been tied to a scrubby tree near, but, before +he mounted, Dick took off his hat and held out +a hand to each of the girls in turn, assuring them +that he had been ever so glad to meet them and that +if all went well, he would return the following +week-end.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_184">[184]</div> +<p>“And we will promise not to visit the old ruin +again until you come,” Nann told him. The boy’s +face brightened. “O, I say!” he exclaimed, “that’s +too much to ask.” But Gib assured him that half +the fun was having him along.</p> +<p>Just before they rode away, Dick turned to call: +“Keep a watch-out on our cabin, will you, Nann? +I really don’t believe anyone has been there, however. +Mother remembered that she had left the back +door open.”</p> +<p>“All right. We will. Good-bye.”</p> +<p>Slowly the girls walked toward their home-cabin. +“Do you suppose we ought to tell Aunt Jane that we +visited the old ruin at midnight?” Dories asked.</p> +<p>“Why, no, dear, I don’t,” was the thoughtful reply. +“Your Aunt Jane told us to do anything we +could find to amuse us, don’t you recall, that very +first day after we had opened up the cottage and +were wondering what to do?”</p> +<p>Dories nodded. “I remember. She must have +heard us talking while we were dusting and straightening +the living-room. That was the day that I said +I believed the place was haunted, and you said you +hoped there was a ghost or something mysterious.”</p> +<p>Nann stopped and faced her companion. Her +eyes were merry. “Dori Moore,” she exclaimed, “I +believe your aunt <i>did</i> hear my wish and that she has +been trying to grant it by writing those mysterious +messages and leaving them where we would find +them.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_185">[185]</div> +<p>“Maybe you are right,” her friend agreed. “I +wish we could catch her in the act.” Then Dories +added: “Nann, if Aunt Jane is really doing that just +for fun, then she can’t be such an old grouch as I +thought her. You know I told you how I was sure +that I heard her chuckling.”</p> +<p>The older girl nodded, then as the back porch of +the cabin had been reached, they went quietly up the +steps and into the kitchen.</p> +<p>“It’s going to be a long week waiting for Dick to +return,” Dories said as she began to make a fire in +the stove. “What shall we do to pass away the +time?”</p> +<p>Nann smiled brightly. “O, we’ll find plenty to +do!” she said. “There is that box of books in the +loft. Surely there will be a few that we would like +to read and that your Aunt Jane would like to hear. +We have left her alone so much,” Nann continued, +“don’t you think this last week that we ought to +spend more time adding to her happiness if we can?”</p> +<p>Dories flushed. “I wish I’d been the one to say +that,” she confessed, “since Great-Aunt Jane loved +my father so much when he was a boy.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_186">[186]</div> +<p>Although the girls had their breakfast early, it +was not until the usual hour that Dories took the +tray in to her aunt. Nann followed with something +that had been forgotten. They were surprised to see +the old woman propped up in bed reading the book +of ghost stories which Dories had left in the room. +She fairly beamed at them when they entered. Then +she asked, “Do you girls believe in ghosts?”</p> +<p>“Oh, no. Aunt Jane,” Dories began rather hesitatingly. +“That is, I don’t believe that I do.”</p> +<p>The sharp grey eyes, in which a twinkle seemed +to be lurking, turned toward Nann. “Do you?” she +asked briefly.</p> +<p>“No, indeed, Miss Moore, I do not,” was the emphatic +reply, then, just for mischief, the girl asked, +“Do you?”</p> +<p>“Indeed I do,” was the unexpected response. “A +ghost visited me last night and told me that you +girls had gone with Gibralter Strait and the Burton +boy over to visit the old ruin.”</p> +<p>“Aunt Jane! Miss Moore!” came in two amazed +exclamations.</p> +<p>“We did go. I sincerely hope you do not object,” +the older girl hastened to say.</p> +<p>“No, I don’t object. There’s nothing over there +that can hurt you. Now I’d like my breakfast, if +you please.”</p> +<p>When the girls returned to the kitchen, Dories +whispered, “Nann, how in the world did she know?”</p> +<p>The older girl shook her head. “Mysteries seem +to be piling up instead of being solved,” she said.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_187">[187]</div> +<p>“Do you suppose Aunt Jane knows who the air +pilot is and why he goes to the old ruin?” Dories +wondered as they went about their morning tasks.</p> +<p>“I’ll tell you what, let’s stay around home pretty +closely for a few days and see if anyone does visit +Aunt Jane, shall we?”</p> +<p>The old woman seemed to be glad to have the +companionship of the girls. They read to her in +the morning, and on the third afternoon their suspicions +were aroused by the fact that their hostess +asked them why they stayed around the cabin all of +the time. It was quite evident to them that she +wanted to be left alone.</p> +<p>“Would it be too far for you to walk into town +and see if there isn’t some mail for me?” Miss Moore +inquired early on the fourth morning of the week. +“I am expecting some very important letters. That +boy Gibralter was told to bring them the minute they +came, but these Straits are such a shiftless lot.” +Then, almost eagerly, looking from one girl to another, +she inquired: “It isn’t too far for you to +walk, is it? You can hire Gibralter to bring you +back in the stage.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_188">[188]</div> +<p>“We’d love to go,” Nann said most sincerely, and +Dories echoed the sentiment. The truth was the +girls had been puzzled because Gib had not appeared. +Indeed, nothing had happened for four days. Although +they had searched everywhere they could +think of, there had been no message for them telling +in how many days they would know all. An hour +later, when they were walking along the marsh-edged +sandy road leading to town, they discussed +the matter freely, since no one could possibly overhear. +“If Aunt Jane really has been writing those +notes and leaving them for us to find, do you suppose +that she has stopped writing them because she +thinks we suspect her of being the ghost?” Dories +asked.</p> +<p>“I don’t see why she should suspect, as we have +said nothing in her hearing; in fact, we were out on +the beach when I told you that I thought your Aunt +Jane might be writing the notes,” Nann replied.</p> +<p>Dories nodded. “That is true,” she agreed. Then +she stopped and stared at her companion as she exclaimed: +“Nann Sibbett, I don’t believe that Aunt +Jane writes them at all. I believe Gibralter Strait +does. There hasn’t been a note for four days anywhere +in the cabin, and Gib hasn’t been to the point +in all that time. There, now, doesn’t that seem to +prove my point?”</p> +<p>“It surely does!” Nann said as they started walking +on toward the town. “Only I thought we agreed +that probably Gib couldn’t write. But I do recall that +he said he went to a country school in the winter +months when his father didn’t need him to help in +the store.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_189">[189]</div> +<p>“If Gib writes them he is a good actor,” Dories +commented. “He certainly seemed very much surprised +when we showed him the notes, you remember.”</p> +<p>Nann agreed. “It’s all very puzzling,” she said, +then added, “What a queer little hamlet this is?” +They were passing the first house in Siquaw Center. +“I don’t suppose there are more than eight houses +in all,” she continued. “What do you suppose the +people do for a living?”</p> +<p>“Work on the railroad, I suppose,” Nann guessed. +They had reached the ramshackle building that held +the post office and general store when they saw Gib +driving the stage around from the barns. “Hi thar!” +he called to them excitedly. “I got some mail for +yo’uns. I was jest a-goin’ to fetch it over, like I +promised Miss Moore. It didn’t come till jest this +mornin’. Thar’s some mail for yo’uns, too. A letter +from Dick Burton. He writ me one along o’ yourn.”</p> +<p>The girls climbed up on the high seat by Gib’s +side. The day had been growing very warm as noon +neared and they had found it hard walking in the +sand, and so they were not sorry that they were to +ride back. Gib gave them two long legal envelopes +addressed to Miss Moore and the letter from Dick.</p> +<p>Eagerly Nann opened it, as it had been written +especially to her, and after reading it she exclaimed: +“Well, isn’t this queer?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_190">[190]</div> +<p>“What?” Dories, who was consumed with curiosity, +exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Dick writes that he told his mother that he had +found that upper front room window open and the +blind swinging, but she declares that she <i>knows</i> all +of the upper windows were closed and the blinds +securely fastened. She had been in every room to +try them just before she left, and that was what had +delayed her so long that, in her hurry, she took the +key out of the back door, hung it in its hiding place, +without having turned it in the lock. Dick says that +he’s wild to get back to Siquaw, and that the first +thing he is going to do is to search in that upper +room for clues.”</p> +<p>Gib nodded. “That’s what he wrote into my letter. +He’s comin’ down Friday arter school lets out, +so’s we’ll have more time over to the ruin. Dick +says he’s sot on ferritin’ out what that pilot fella +does thar.”</p> +<p>Old Spindly seemed to feel spryer than usual and +trotted along the sandy road at such a pace that in a +very little while they had reached the end of it at +the beach.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_191">[191]</div> +<p>“Wall, so long,” Gib called when the girls had +climbed down from the high seat, but before they +had turned to go, he ejaculated: “By time, if I didn’t +clear fergit ter give yo’uns the rest o’ yer mail. +Here ’tis!” Leaning down, he handed them another +envelope. Before they could look at it, he had +snapped his whip and started back toward town. +The girls watched the old coach sway in the sand +for a minute, then they glanced at the envelope. On +it in red ink was written both of their names.</p> +<p>“Well of all queer things!” Nann ejaculated. +Tearing it open, they found a message: “<i>Today you +will know all.</i>”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_192">[192]</div> +<h2 id="c24"><br />CHAPTER XXIV. +<br />A SURPRISING REVELATION</h2> +<p>The girls stood where Gib had left them staring +at each other in puzzled amazement. “Well, what +do you make of it?” Dories was the first to exclaim. +Nann laughingly shook her head. “I don’t know +unless this confirms our theory that Gib writes the +notes. I almost think it does.”</p> +<p>They started walking toward the cabin. “Well, +time will tell and a short time, too, if we are to know +all today,” Dories remarked, then added, “That long +walk has made me ravenously hungry and we +haven’t a thing cooked up.” Then she paused and +sniffed. “What is that delicious odor? It smells +like ham and something baking, doesn’t it?”</p> +<p>“We surely are both imaginative,” Nann agreed, +“for I also scent a most appetizing aroma on the air. +But who could be cooking? We left Miss Moore in +bed and anyway, of course, it is not she.”</p> +<p>They had reached the kitchen door and saw that +it was standing open and that the tempting odor was +actually wafting therefrom. Puzzled indeed, they +bounded up the steps.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_193">[193]</div> +<p>A surprising sight met their gaze. Miss Jane +Moore, dressed in a soft lavender gown partly covered +with a fresh white apron, turned from the stove +to beam upon them; her eyes were twinkling, her +cheeks were rosy from the excitement and the heat.</p> +<p>“Aunt Jane! Miss Moore!” the girls cried in +astonishment. “Ought you to be cooking? Are +you strong enough?”</p> +<p>“Of course I am strong enough,” was the brisk +reply. “Haven’t I been resting for nearly two +weeks? I thought probably you girls would be +hungry after your long walk.” Then, as she saw +the legal envelopes, she added with apparent satisfaction: +“Well, they have come at last, have they? +Put them in on my dresser, Dories; then come right +back. It is such a fine day I thought we would take +the table out on the sheltered side porch and have a +sort of picnic-party.”</p> +<p>It was hard for the girls to believe that this was +the same old woman who had been so grouchy most +of the time since they had known her. Would surprises +never cease? The girls were delighted with +the plan and carried the small kitchen table to the +sunny, sheltered side porch and soon had it set for +three.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_194">[194]</div> +<p>When they returned they found the flushed old +woman taking a pan of biscuits from the oven. +How good they looked! Then came baked ham and +sweet potatoes, and a brown Betty pudding. The +elderly cook seemed to greatly enjoy the girls’ surprise +and delight. They made her comfortable in +an easy willowed chair at one end of the table facing +the sea and, when the viands had been served, they +ate with great relish. To their amazement their +hostess partook of the entire menu with as evident +a zest as their own. Dories could no longer remain +silent. “Aunt Jane,” she blurted out, “ought you +to eat so heartily after such a long fast? You +haven’t had anything but tea and toast since we +came.”</p> +<p>Nann had glanced quickly and inquiringly at the +old woman, and the suspicions she had previously +entertained were confirmed by the merry reply: “I’ll +have to confess that I’ve been an old fraud.” Miss +Moore was chuckling again. “Every time you girls +went away and I was sure you were going to be +gone for some time, I got up and had a good meal.”</p> +<p>“But, Aunt Jane,” Dories’ brow gathered in a +puzzled frown, “why did you have to do that? It +would have been a lot more fun all along to have +had our dinners all together like this.”</p> +<p>Miss Moore nodded. “Yes, it would have been, +but I’m an odd one. There was something I wanted +to find out and I took my own queer way of going +about it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_195">[195]</div> +<p>“D—did you find it out, Aunt Jane?” Dories +asked, almost anxiously.</p> +<p>“Yes and no,” was the enigmatical answer. Then, +tantalizingly, she remarked as she leaned back in +her comfortable willow chair, having finished her +share of the pudding, “This is wonderful weather, +isn’t it, girls? If it keeps up I won’t want to go +back next Monday. Perhaps we’ll stay a week longer +as I had planned when we first came.” Then before +the girls could reply, the grey eyes that could be so +sharply penetrating turned to scrutinize Dories. +“You look much better than you did when we came. +You had a sort of fretful look as though you had +a grudge against life. Now you actually look eager +and interested.” Then, after a glance at Nann, “You +are both getting brown as Indians.”</p> +<p>Would Miss Moore never come to the subject that +was uppermost in the thoughts of the two girls? If +she had written the message telling them that today +they were to know all, why didn’t she begin the +story, if it was to be a story?</p> +<p>How Dories hoped that she was to hear what had +become of the fortune she had always believed +should have been her father’s. Her own mother +had never told her anything about it, but she had +heard them talking before her father died; she had +not understood them, but as she grew older she +seemed vaguely to remember that there should have +been money from somewhere, enough to have kept +poverty from their door and more, probably, since +her father’s Aunt Jane had so much.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_196">[196]</div> +<p>But Miss Moore rose without having satisfied +their burning curiosity. “Now, girls,” she said, +“I’ll go in and read my letters while you wash the +dishes. Later, when the fog drifts in, build a fire +on the hearth and I’ll tell you a story.” Then she +left them, going to her own room and closing the +door.</p> +<p>“I’m so excited that I can hardly carry the dishes +without dropping them,” Dories confided to Nann +when at last they had returned the table to its place +in the kitchen and were busily washing and drying +the dishes. “What do you suppose the story is to +be about?”</p> +<p>“You and your mother and father chiefly, I believe,” +Nann said with conviction.</p> +<p>“Aunt Jane’s saying that she had a story to tell +us proves, doesn’t it, that she wrote the messages?”</p> +<p>“I think so, Dori.”</p> +<p>“I hope the fog will come in early,” the younger +girl remarked as she hung up the dish-wiper on the +line back of the stove.</p> +<p>“It will. It always does. Now let’s go out to the +shed and bring in a big armful of driftwood. There’s +one log that I’ve been saving for some special occasion. +Surely this is it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_197">[197]</div> +<p>As Nann had said, the fog came in soon after +midafternoon; the girls had drawn the comfortable +willow chair close to the hearth. The wood was in +place and eagerly the girls awaited the coming of +their hostess. At last the bedroom door opened and +Miss Moore, without the apron over her lavender +dress, emerged. Although she smiled at them, the +discerning Nann decided that the letters had contained +some disappointing news. Dories at once set +fire to the driftwood and a cheerful blaze leaped up. +When Miss Moore was seated the girls sat on lower +chairs close together. Their faces told their eager +curiosity.</p> +<p>Glancing from one to the other, their hostess said: +“Dori, you and Nann have been the best of friends +for years, I think you wrote me.”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, Aunt Jane,” was the eager reply, “we +started in kindergarten together and we’ve been in +the same classes through first year High, but now +Nann’s father has taken her away from me. They +are going to live in Boston. And so a favorite dream +of ours will never be fulfilled, and that was to graduate +together.”</p> +<p>“If only your mother would consent to come and +live with me, then your wish would be fulfilled,” the +old woman began when Dories exclaimed, “Why, +Aunt Jane, I didn’t even know that you <i>wanted</i> us +to live with you in Boston.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_198">[198]</div> +<p>Miss Moore nodded gravely. “But I do and have. +I have written your mother repeatedly, since my +dear nephew died, telling her that I would like you +three to make your home with me, but it seems that +she cannot forget.”</p> +<p>“Forget what?” Dories leaned forward to inquire. +Nann had been right, she was thinking. The something +they were to know did relate to her father’s +affairs, she was now sure.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_199">[199]</div> +<p>The old woman seemed not to have heard, for +she continued looking thoughtfully at the fire. “I +know that she has forgiven,” she said at last. “Your +mother is too noble a woman not to do that, but her +pride will not let her forget.” Then, turning toward +the girls who sat each with a hand tightly clasped +in the others, the speaker continued: “I must begin +at the beginning to make the sad story clear. I loved +your father, as I would have loved a son. I brought +him up when his parents were gone. The money +belonged to my father and he used to say that he +would leave your father’s share in my keeping, as +he believed in my judgment. I was to turn it over +to my nephew when I thought best.” She was silent +a moment, then said: “When your father was old +enough to marry, I wanted him to choose a girl I had +selected, but instead, when he went away to study +art, he married a school teacher of whom I had never +heard. I believed that she was designing and marrying +him for his money, and I wrote him that unless +he freed himself from the union I would never give +him one cent. Of course he would not do that, and +rightly. Later, in my anger, I turned over to him +some oil stock which had proved valueless and told +him that was all he was to have. Then began long, +lonely years for me because I never again heard from +the nephew whose boyish love had been the greatest +joy life had ever brought me. I was too stubborn +to give him the money which legally I had the right +to withhold from him, and he was so hurt that he +would not ask my forgiveness. But, when I heard +that my boy had died, my heart broke, and I knew +myself for what I was—a selfish, stubborn old +woman who had not deserved love and consideration. +Then, but far too late, I tried to redeem myself +in the eyes of your mother. I wrote, begging her +to come and bring her two children to my home. I +told her how desolate I had been since my boy, your +father, had left. Very courteously your mother +wrote that, as long as she could sew for a living for +herself and her two children, she would not accept +charity. Then I conceived the plan of becoming +acquainted with you, for two reasons: one that I +might discover if in any way you resembled your +father, and the other was that I wanted you to use +your influence to induce your mother to forget, as +well as forgive, and to live with me in Boston and +make my cheerless mansion of a house into a real +home.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_200">[200]</div> +<p>She paused and Dories, seeing that there were +tears in the grey eyes, impulsively reached out a hand +and took the wrinkled one nearest her.</p> +<p>“Dear Aunt Jane, how you have suffered.” Nann +noted with real pleasure that her friend’s first reaction +had been pity for the old woman and not +rebellion because of the act that had caused her to +be brought up in poverty. “Mother has always said +that you meant to be kind, she was convinced of that, +but she never told me the story. This is the first +time that I understood what had happened. Truly, +Aunt Jane, if you really wish it, I shall urge Mother +to let us all three come and live with you. Selfishly +I would love to, because I would be near Nann, if +for no other reason, but I have another reason. I +believe my father would wish it. Mother has often +told me that, as a boy, he loved you.”</p> +<p>The old woman held the girl’s hand in a close +clasp and tears unheeded fell over her wrinkled +cheeks. “But it’s too late now,” she said dismally.</p> +<p>Dories and Nann exchanged surprised glances. +“Too late, Aunt Jane?” Dories inquired. “Do you +mean that you do not care to have us now?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_201">[201]</div> +<p>“No, indeed, not that!” The old woman wiped +away the tears, then smiled tremulously. “I haven’t +finished the story as yet. This is the last chapter, +I fear. I ought to be glad for your mother’s sake, +but O, I have been so lonely.”</p> +<p>Then, seeing the intense eagerness in her niece’s +face, she concluded with, “I must not keep you in +such suspense, my dear. That long legal envelope +brought me news from your father’s lawyer. It is +news that your mother has already received, I presume. +The stock, which I turned over to your father +years ago, believing it to be worthless, has turned +out to be of great value. Your mother will have a +larger income than my own, and now, of course, she +will not care to make her home with me.”</p> +<p>“O, Aunt Jane!” To the surprise of both of the +others, the girl threw her arms about the old +woman’s neck and clung to her, sobbing as though +in great sorrow, but Nann knew that the tears were +caused by the sudden shock of the joyful revelation. +The old woman actually kissed the girl, and then +said: “I expected to be very sad because I cannot +do something for you all to prove the deep regret I +feel for my unkind action, but, instead, I am glad, +for I know that only in this way would your mother +acquire the real independence which means happiness +for her.” With a sigh, she continued: “I’ve lived +alone for many years, I suppose I can go on living +alone until the end of time.” Then she added, a +twinkle again appearing in her grey eyes, “and now +you know all.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_202">[202]</div> +<p>“O, Aunt Jane, then you <i>did</i> write those messages +and leave them for us to find?”</p> +<p>“I plead guilty,” the old woman confessed. “I +overheard you and Nann saying that you wished +something mysterious would happen. I had been +wondering when to tell you the story, and I decided +to wait until I heard from the lawyer. I know you +are wondering how Gibralter Strait happened to +give you that last message the very day a letter +came telling about the stock. That is very simple. +One day when Mr. Strait came for a grocery order, +you were all away somewhere. I gave him that last +message and told him to keep it in our box at the +office until a letter should arrive from my lawyer, +then they were to be brought over and that letter +was to be given to you girls.” The old woman +leaned back in her chair and it was quite evident that +her recent emotion had nearly exhausted her. Nann, +excusing herself thoughtfully, left the other two +alone.</p> +<p>“Dori,” the old woman said tenderly, “as you +grow older, don’t let circumstances of any nature +make you cold and critical. If I had been loving +and kind when your girl mother married my boy, +my life, instead of being bleak and barren, would +have been a happy one. No one knows how I have +grieved; how my unkindness has haunted me.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_203">[203]</div> +<p>Just then Dories thought of her sweet-faced +mother who had borne the trials of poverty so +bravely, and again she heard her saying, “The only +ghosts that haunt us are the memories of loving +words that might have been spoken and loving deeds +that might have been done.”</p> +<p>Impulsively the girl leaned over and kissed the +wrinkled face. “I love you, Aunt Jane,” she whispered. +“And I shall beg Mother to let us all live +together in your home, if it is still your wish.” +Then, as Miss Moore had risen, seeming suddenly +feeble, Dories sprang up and helped her to her room +and remained there until the old woman was in +her bed.</p> +<p>When the girl went out to the kitchen where her +friend was preparing supper, she exclaimed, half +laughing and half crying: “Nann Sibbett, I’m so +brimming full of conflicting emotions, I don’t feel +at all real. Pinch me, please, and see if I am.”</p> +<p>“Instead I’ll give you a hard hug; a congratulatory +one. There! Did that seem real?” Then +Nann added in her most sensible, matter-of-fact +voice: “Now, wake up, Dori. You mustn’t go +around in a trance. Of course the only mystery that +<i>you</i> are interested in is solved, and wonderfully +solved, but I’m just as keen as ever to know the +secret the old ruin is holding.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_204">[204]</div> +<p>“I’ll try to be!” Dories promised, then confessed: +“But, honestly, I am not a bit curious about any +mystery, now that my own is solved.” A moment +later she asked: “Nann, do you suppose Mother will +want me to come home right away?”</p> +<p>“Why, I shouldn’t think so, Dori,” her friend replied. +“You always hear from your mother on +Friday, so wait and see what tomorrow brings.”</p> +<p>The morrow was to hold much of interest for +both of the girls.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_205">[205]</div> +<h2 id="c25"><br />CHAPTER XXV. +<br />PUZZLED AGAIN</h2> +<p>As soon as their breakfast was over, Dories asked +her Aunt if she were willing that the girls go to +Siquaw Center for the mail. “I always get a letter +from Mother on the Friday morning train,” was the +excuse she gave, “and, of course, I am simply wild +to hear what she will have to say today; that is, if +she does know about—well, about what you told us +that father’s lawyer had written.”</p> +<p>Miss Moore was glad to be alone, for she had +had a sleepless night. She had long dreamed that, +perhaps, when she became acquainted with her niece, +that young person might be able to influence the +stubborn mother to accept the home that the old +woman had offered, and that peace might again be +restored to the lonely, repentant heart. But now, +just as that dream seemed about to be fulfilled, the +mother was placed in a position of complete independence, +and so, of course, she would never be willing +to share the home of her husband’s great-aunt. +The desolate loneliness of the years ahead, however +few they might be, depressed the old woman greatly. +Dories, seeing tears in the grey eyes, stooped impulsively, +and, for the second time, she kissed her +great-aunt. “If you will let me, I’m coming to visit +you often,” she whispered, as though she had read +her aunt’s thoughts. Then away the two girls went.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_206">[206]</div> +<p>It was a glorious morning and they skipped along +as fast as they could on the sandy road. Mrs. Strait, +with a baby on one arm, was tending the general +store and post office when the girls entered. No one +else was in sight.</p> +<p>“Good morning, Mrs. Strait. Is there any mail +for Miss Dories Moore?” that young maiden inquired.</p> +<p>“Yeah, thar is, an’ a picher card for tother young +miss,” was the welcome reply.</p> +<p>Dories fairly pounced on the letter that was +handed her. “Good, it <i>is</i> from Mother! I am almost +sure that she will want me to come home,” she exclaimed +gleefully. But when the message had been +read, Dories looked up with a puzzled expression. +“How queer!” she said. “Mother doesn’t say one +thing about the stock; not even that she has heard +about it, but she does say that she and Brother are +leaving today on a business journey and that she +may not write again for some time. I’ll read you +what she says at the end: ‘Daughter dear, if your +Aunt Jane wishes to return to Boston before you +again hear from me, I would like you to remain with +her until I send for you. Peter is standing at my +elbow begging me to tell you that he is going to +travel on a train just as you did. I judge from +your letters that you and Nann are having an interesting +time after all, but, of course, you would be +happy, I am sure, anywhere with Nann!’” Dories +looked up questioningly. “Don’t you think it is very +strange that Mother should go somewhere and not +tell me where or why?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_207">[207]</div> +<p>Nann laughed. “Maybe she thought that she +would add another mystery to those we are trying +to solve,” she suggested, but Dories shook her head. +“No, that wasn’t Mother’s reason. Perhaps—O, +well, what’s the use of guessing? Who was your +card from?”</p> +<p>“Dad, of course. I judge that he will be glad +when his daughter returns. O, Dori,” Nann interrupted +herself to exclaim, “do look at that pair of +black eyes peering at us out of that bundle!” She +nodded toward the baby, wrapped in a blanket, that +had been placed in a basket on the counter.</p> +<p>The girls leaned over the little creature, who +actually tried to talk to them but ended its chatter +with a cracked little crow. “He ain’t a mite like +Gib,” the pleased mother told them. “The rest of +us is sandy complected, but this un is black as a +crow, an’ jest as jolly all the time as yo’uns see him +now.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_208">[208]</div> +<p>“What is the little fellow’s name, Mrs. Strait?” +Nann asked.</p> +<p>The woman looked anxiously toward the door; +then said in a low voice: “I’m wantin’ to give the +little critter a Christian name—Moses, Jacop, or +the like, but his Pa is set on the notion of namin’ +’em all after geography straits, an’ I ain’t one to +hold out about nothin’.” She sighed. “But it’s long +past time to christen the poor little mite.”</p> +<p>Nann and Dories tried hard not to let their mirth +show in their faces. The older girl inquired: “Why +hasn’t he been christened, Mrs. Strait? Can’t you +decide on a name?”</p> +<p>“Wall, yo’ see it’s this a-way,” the gaunt, angular +woman explained. “Gib didn’t fetch home his +geography books, an’ school don’t open up till snow +falls in these here parts. So baby’ll have to wait, +I reckon, bein’ as Gib don’t recollect no strait +names.” Then, with hope lighting her plain face, +the woman asked: “Do you girls know any of them +geography names?”</p> +<p>Dories and Nann looked at each other blankly. +“Why, there is Magellan,” one said. “And Dover,” +the other supplemented.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_209">[209]</div> +<p>Mrs. Strait looked pleased. “Seems like that thar +Dover one ought to do as wall as any. Please to +write it down so’s Pa kin see it an’ tother un along +side of it.”</p> +<p>The girls left the store as soon as they could, +fearing that they would have to laugh, and they did +not want to hurt the mother’s feelings, and so, after +purchasing some chocolate bars, they darted away +without having learned where Gib was.</p> +<p>“Not that it matters,” Nann said when they were +nearing the beach. “He won’t come over, probably, +until tomorrow morning with Dick.”</p> +<p>“But Dick said he would arrive on Friday,” +Dories reminded her friend.</p> +<p>“Yes, I know, but if he leaves Boston after school +is out in the afternoon, he won’t get there until +evening.”</p> +<p>“They might come over then,” Dories insisted. +A few moments later, as they were nearing the +cabin, she added: “There is no appetizing aroma to +greet us today. Aunt Jane is probably still in bed.” +Then, turning toward Nann, the younger girl said +earnestly: “Truly, I feel so sorry for her. She +seems heartbroken to think that Mother and Peter +and I will not need to share her home. I believe she +fretted about it all night; she looked so hollow-eyed +and sick this morning.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_210">[210]</div> +<p>Dories was right. The old woman was still in +bed, and when her niece went in to see what she +wanted, Miss Moore said: “Will you girls mind so +very much if we go home on Monday. I am not +feeling at all well, and, if I am in Boston I can send +for a doctor. Here I might die before one could +reach me.”</p> +<p>“Of course we want to go whenever you wish,” +Dories declared. She did not mention what her +mother had written. There would be time enough +later.</p> +<p>Out in the kitchen Dories talked it over with +Nann. “You’ll be sorry to go before you solve the +mystery of the old ruin, won’t you?” the younger +girl asked.</p> +<p>Nann whirled about, eyes laughing, stove poker +upheld. “I’ll prophesy that the mystery will all be +solved before our train leaves on Monday morning,” +she said merrily.</p> +<p>After her lunch, which this time truly was of toast +and tea, Miss Moore said that she felt as though she +could sleep all the afternoon if she were left alone, +and so Dories and Nann donned their bright-colored +tams and sweater-coats, as there was a cool wind, +and went out on the beach wondering where they +would go and what they would do. “Let’s visit the +punt and see that nothing has happened to it,” +Dories suggested.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_211">[211]</div> +<p>They soon reached the end of the sandy road. +Nann glanced casually in the direction of Siquaw, +then stopped and, narrowing her eyes, she gazed +steadily into the distance for a long moment. “Don’t +you see a moving object coming this way?” she +inquired.</p> +<p>Dories nodded as she declared: “It’s old Spindly, +of course, and I suppose Gib is on it. I wonder why +he is coming over at this hour. It isn’t later than +two, is it?”</p> +<p>“Not that even.” Dories glanced at her wrist-watch +as she spoke. For another long moment they +stood watching the object grow larger. Not until it +was plain to them that it was the old white horse +with two riders did they permit their delight to be +expressed. “Dick has come! He must have arrived +on the noon train. It must be a holiday!” Dories +exclaimed, and Nann added, “Or at least Dick has +proclaimed it one.” Then they both waved for the +boys, having observed them from afar, were swinging +their caps.</p> +<p>“Isn’t it great that I could come today?” was +Dick’s first remark after the greetings had been exchanged. +“Class having exams and I was exempt.”</p> +<p>Nann’s eyes glowed. “Isn’t that splendid, Dick? +I know what that means. Your daily average was +so high you were excused from the test.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_212">[212]</div> +<p>The city boy flushed. “Well, it wasn’t my fault. +It’s an easy subject for me. I’m wild about history +and I don’t seem able to forget anything that I +read.” Then, smiling at the country boy, he added: +“Gib, here, tells me that you haven’t visited the old +ruin since I left. That was mighty nice of you. +I’ve been thinking so much about that mysterious +airplane chap this past week, it’s a wonder I could +get any of my lessons right.”</p> +<p>“Isn’t it the queerest thing?” Nann said. “That +airplane hasn’t been seen or heard since you left.”</p> +<p>“I ain’t so sure.” Gib had removed his cap and +was scratching one ear as he did when puzzled. +“Pa ’n’ me both thought we heard a hummin’ one +night, but ’twas far off, sort o’. I reckon’d, like’s +not, that pilot fellar lit his boat way out in the water +and slid back in quiet-like.”</p> +<p>Dick, much interested, nodded. “He could have +done that, you know. He may realize that there are +people on the point and he may not wish to have his +movements observed.” Then eagerly: “Can you +girls go right now? The tide is just right and we +wanted to give that old dining-room a thorough +overhauling, you know.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_213">[213]</div> +<p>“Yes, we can go. Aunt Jane is going to sleep all +of the afternoon.” Then impulsively Dories turned +toward the red-headed boy. “Gib,” she exclaimed +contritely, “I’m just ever so sorry that I called Aunt +Jane queer or cross. Something happened this week +which has proved that she is very different in her +heart from what we supposed her to be. She has +just been achingly lonely for years, and some family +affairs which, of course, would interest no one but +ourselves, have made her shut herself away from +everyone. I’m ever so sorry for her, and I know +that from now on I’m going to love her just dearly.”</p> +<p>“So am I,” Nann said very quietly. “I wish we +had realized that all this time Miss Moore has been +hungering for us to love and be kind to her. We +girls sometimes forget that elderly people have much +the same feelings that we have.”</p> +<p>“I know,” Dick agreed as they walked four +abreast toward the creek where the punt was hid, “I +have an old grandmother who is always so happy +when we youngsters include her in our good times.” +Then he added in a changed tone: “Hurray! There’s +the old punt! Now, all aboard!” Ever chivalrous, +Dick held out a hand to each girl, but it was to Nann +that he said with conviction: “This is the day that +we are to solve the mystery.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_214">[214]</div> +<h2 id="c26"><br />CHAPTER XXVI. +<br />A CLUE TO THE OLD RUIN MYSTERY</h2> +<p>The voyage up the narrow channel in the marsh +was uneventful and at last the four young people +reached the opening near the old ruin. They stopped +before entering to look around that they might be +sure the place was unoccupied. Then Dick crept +through the opening in the crumbling wall to reconnoiter. +“All’s well!” he called to them a moment +later, and in the same order as before the others +followed. Everything was just as it had been on +their former visit.</p> +<p>Dick flashed his light in the corner where they +had seen the picture of old Colonel Wadbury, and +the sharp eyes, under heavy brows, seemed to glare +at them. Dories, with a shudder, was secretly glad +that they were only pictured eyes.</p> +<p>“Sh! Hark!” It was Dick in the lead who, having +stopped, turned and held up a warning finger. +They had reached the door out of which they had +broken a panel the week before.</p> +<p>“What is it? What do you hear?” Nann asked.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_215">[215]</div> +<p>“A sort of a scurrying noise,” Dick told her. +“Nothing but rats, I guess, but just the same you +girls had better wait here until Gib and I have looked +around in there. Perhaps you’d better go back to +the opening,” he added as, in the dim light, he noted +Dories’ pale, frightened face. The younger girl was +clutching her friend’s arm as though she never +meant to let go. “I’m just as afraid of rats,” she +confessed, “as I am of ghosts.”</p> +<p>“We’ll wait here,” Nann said calmly. “Rats +won’t hurt us. They would be more afraid of us +than even Dori is of them.”</p> +<p>Dick climbed through the hole in the door, followed +closely by Gib. Nann, holding a lighted +lantern, smiled at her friend reassuringly. Although +only a few moments passed, they seemed like an +eternity to the younger girl; then Dick’s beaming +face appeared in the opening. It was very evident +that he had found something which interested him +and which was not of a frightening nature. The +boys assisted the girls over the heap of debris which +held the door shut and then flashed the light around +what had once been a handsomely furnished dining-room. +Dories’ first glance was toward the sideboard +where they had left the painting of the beautiful +girl. It was not there.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_216">[216]</div> +<p>The boys also had made the discovery. “Which +proves,” Dick declared, “that Gib was right about +that airplane chap having been here. He must have +taken the picture, but <i>why</i> do you suppose he would +want it?”</p> +<p>“I guess you’re right,” Dick had been looking +behind the heavy piece of mahogany furniture as +he spoke, “and, whoever was here has left something. +The rats we heard scurrying about were +trying to drag it away, to make into a nest, I +suppose.”</p> +<p>Arising from a stooping posture, the boy revealed +a note book which he had picked up from behind the +sideboard.</p> +<p>He opened it to the first page and turned his flashlight +full upon it. “Those plaguity little rats have +torn half of this page nearly off,” he complained, +“but I guess we can fit it together and read the +writing on it.”</p> +<p>“October fifteen,” Dick read aloud. Then paused +while he tried to fit the torn pieces. “There, now I +have it,” he said, and continued reading: “At +Mother’s request, I came to her father’s old home, +but found it in a ruined state. The natives in the +village tell me there is no way to reach the place, as +it is in a dangerous swamp, sort of a ‘quick-mud’, +all about it, and what’s more, one garrulous chap +tells me that the place is haunted. Well, I don’t care +a continental for the ghost, but I’m not hankering +to find an early grave in oozy mud.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_217">[217]</div> +<p>“I don’t recollect any sech fellow,” Gib put in, +but Dick was continuing to read from the note book:</p> +<p>“I didn’t let on who I was. Didn’t want to arouse +curiosity, so I took the next train back to Boston. +I simply can’t give up. I <i>must</i> reach that old house +and give it a real ransacking. Mother is sure her +papers are there, and if they are, she must have +them.”</p> +<p>The next page revealed a rapidly scrawled entry: +“October 16th. Lay awake nearly all night trying to +think out a way to visit that old ruin. Had an inspiration. +Shall sail over it in an airplane and get +at least a bird’s-eye view. Glad I belong to the +Boston Aviation Club.</p> +<p>“October 18. Did the deed! Sailed over Siquaw +in an aircraft and saw, when I flew low, that there +was a narrow channel leading through the marsh +and directly up to the old ruin.</p> +<p>“I’ll come in a seaplane next time, with a small +boat on board. Mother’s coming soon and I want +to find the deed to the Wetherby place before she +arrives. It is her right to have it since her own +mother left it to her, but her father, I just can’t call +the old skinflint my grandfather, had it hidden in +the house that he built by the sea. When Mother +went back, she asked for that deed, but he wouldn’t +give it to her. She told him that her husband was +dead and that she wanted to live in her mother’s old +home near Boston, but he said that she never should +have it, that he had destroyed the deed. He was +mean enough to do it, without doubt, but I don’t +believe he did it, somehow. I have a hunch that the +papers are still there.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_218">[218]</div> +<p>“October 20. Well, I went in a seaplane, made +my way up that crooked little channel in the swamp. +Found more in the ruin than I had supposed I would. +First of all, I hunted for an old chest, or writing +desk, the usual place for papers to be kept. Located +a heavy walnut desk in what had once been a library, +but though there were papers enough, nothing like a +deed. Had a mishap. Had left the seaplane anchored +in a quiet cove. It broke loose and washed ashore. +Wasn’t hurt, but I couldn’t get it off until change +of tide, along about midnight. Being curious about +a rocky point, I took my flashlight and prowled +around a bit. Saw eight boarded-up cottages in a +row, and to pass away the time I looked them over. +Was rather startled by two occurrences. First was +a noise regularly repeated, but that proved to be +only a blind on an upper window banging in the +wind. That was the cottage nearest the point. Then +later I was sure I saw two white faces in an upper +window of a cottage farther along. Sort of surprising +when you suppose you’re the only living person +for a mile around. O well, ghosts can’t turn me +from my purpose. Got back to the plane just as it +was floating and made off by daybreak. Haven’t +made much headway yet, but shall return next +week.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_219">[219]</div> +<p>Dick looked up elated. “There, that proves that +Mother did forget to fasten that blind,” he exclaimed. +Dories was laughing gleefully. “Nann,” +she chuckled, “to think that we scared him as much +as he scared us. You know we thought the person +carrying a light on the rocks was a ghost, and he, +seeing us peer out at him, thought we were ghosts.”</p> +<p>Nann smiled at her friend, then urged Dick continue +reading, but Dick shook his head. “Can’t,” +he replied, “for there is no more.”</p> +<p>“But he came again,” Nann said. “We know that +he did, because he left this little note book.”</p> +<p>“And what is more, he took away with him the +painting of his lovely girl-mother,” Dories put in.</p> +<p>Dick nodded. “Don’t you see,” he was addressing +Nann, “can’t you guess what happened? When +he came and found a panel had been broken in this +door and the painting on the sideboard, he realized +that he was not the only person visiting the old +ruin.”</p> +<p>“Even so, that wouldn’t have frightened him +away. He evidently is a courageous chap, shouldn’t +you say?” Nann inquired, and Dick agreed, adding: +“Well then, what <i>do</i> you think happened?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_220">[220]</div> +<p>It was Gib who replied: “I reckon that pilot +fellar found them papers he was lookin’ fer an’ ain’t +comin’ back no more.”</p> +<p>“But perhaps he hasn’t,” Nann declared. “Suppose +we hunt around a little. We might just stumble +on that old deed, but even if we did, would we know +how to send it to him?”</p> +<p>Dick had been closely scrutinizing the small note +book. “Yes, we would,” he answered her. “Here +is his name and address on the cover. He goes to +the Boston Tech, I judge.”</p> +<p>“O, what is his name?” Dories asked eagerly.</p> +<p>“Wouldn’t you love to meet him?” the younger +girl continued.</p> +<p>“I intend to look him up when I get back to +town,” Dick assured them, “and wouldn’t it be great +if we had found the papers; that is, of course, if +he hasn’t.”</p> +<p>Nann glanced about the dining-room. “There’s +a door at the other end. It’s so dark down there I +hadn’t noticed it before.”</p> +<p>The boys went in that direction. “Perhaps it +leads to the room where the desk is. We haven’t +seen that yet.” Dories and Nann followed closely.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_221">[221]</div> +<p>Dick had his hand on the knob, when again a +scurrying noise within made him pause. “Like’s +not all this time that pilot fellar’s been in there +waitin’ fer us to clear out.” Gib almost hoped that +his suggestion was true. But it was not, for, where +the door opened, as it did readily, the young people +saw nothing but a small den in which the furniture +had been little disturbed, as the walls that sheltered +it had not fallen.</p> +<p>One glance at the desk proved to them that it had +been thoroughly ransacked, and so they looked elsewhere. +“In all the stories I have ever read,” Dories +told them, “there were secret drawers, or sliding +panels, or——”</p> +<p>“A removable stone in a chimney,” Nann merrily +added. “But I believe that old Colonel Wadbury +would do something quite novel and different,” she +concluded.</p> +<p>While the girls had been talking, Dick had been +flashing his light around the walls. An excited +exclamation took the others to his side. “There is +the pilot chap’s entrance to the ruin.” He pointed +toward a fireplace. Several stone in the chimney had +fallen out, leaving a hole big enough for a person to +creep through.</p> +<p>“Perhaps he had never been in the front room, +then,” Nann remarked.</p> +<p>“I hate to suggest it,” Dories said hesitatingly, +“but I think we ought to be going. It’s getting +late.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_222">[222]</div> +<p>“I’ll say we ought!” Dick glanced at his time-piece. +“Tides have a way of turning whether there +is a mystery to ferret out or not. We have all day +tomorrow to spend here, or at least part of it,” he +modified.</p> +<p>At Gib’s suggestion they went out through the +hole in the back of the fireplace. The narrow channel +was easily navigated and again they left the +punt, as on a former occasion, anchored in the calm +waters on the marsh side of the point. Then they +climbed over the rocks, and walked along the beach +four abreast. They talked excitedly of one phase +of what had occurred and then of another.</p> +<p>“You were right, Dick, when you said that the +mystery about the pilot of the airplane would be +solved today.” Nann smiled at the boy who was +always at her side. Then she glanced over toward +the island, misty in the distance. “And to think that +that girl-mother and her daughter are really coming +back to America.”</p> +<p>“Do you suppose they will come in the Phantom +Yacht?” Dories turned toward Gib to inquire.</p> +<p>“I don’t reckon so,” that boy replied. “I cal’late +we-uns saw the skeleton of the Phantom Yacht over +to the island that day we was thar, Miss Nann. A +storm came up, Pa said, an’ he allays thought that +thar yacht was wrecked.”</p> +<p>“If that’s true, then everyone on board must have +been saved,” Nann said. “Of that much, at least, +we’re sure.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_223">[223]</div> +<p>The boys left the girls in front of their home-cabin, +promising to be back early the next day. On +entering the cottage, Dories went at once to her +aunt’s room and was pleased to see that she looked +rested. A wrinkled old hand was held out to the +girl, and, when Dories had taken it, she was surprised +to hear her aunt say, “I’m trying to be resigned +to my big disappointment, Dories; but even +if I <i>do</i> have to live alone all the rest of my days, I’m +going to make you and Peter my heirs. Your mother +can’t refuse me that.” Tears sprang to the girl’s +eyes. She tried to speak, but could not.</p> +<p>Her aunt understood, and, as sentimentality was, +on the whole, foreign to her nature, she said, with a +return of her brusque manner, “There! That’s all +there is to that. Please fetch me a poached egg with +my toast and tea.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_224">[224]</div> +<h2 id="c27"><br />CHAPTER XXVII. +<br />RANSACKING THE OLD RUIN</h2> +<p>It was midmorning when the girls, busy about +their simple household tasks, heard a hallooing out +on the beach. Nann took off her apron, smiling +brightly at her friend. “Good, there are the boys!” +she exclaimed, hurrying out to the front porch to +meet them. Dories followed with their tams and +sweater-coats.</p> +<p>“We’ve put up a lunch,” Nann told the newcomers. +“Miss Moore said that we might stay over +the noon hour. We have told her all about the +mystery we are trying to fathom and she was just +ever so interested.” They were walking toward the +point of rocks while they talked.</p> +<p>Gib leaned forward to look at the speaker. “Say, +Miss Dori,” he exclaimed, “Miss Moore’s been here +sech a long time, like’s not she knew ol’ Colonel +Wadbury, didn’t she now?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_225">[225]</div> +<p>“No, she didn’t know him,” Dories replied. “He +was such an old hermit he didn’t want neighbors, +but she did hear the story about his daughter’s return +and how cruel he had been to her. Aunt Jane +wasn’t here the year of the storm. She and her +maid were in Europe about that time, so she really +doesn’t know any more than we do.”</p> +<p>“We didn’t start coming here until after it had +all happened,” Dick put in.</p> +<p>“I’m so excited.” Nann gave a little eager skip. +“I almost hope the pilot of the seaplane has not +found the deed and that we may find it and give it +to him.”</p> +<p>“So do I!” Dick seconded. Over the rugged +point they went, each time becoming more agile, and +into the punt they climbed when Gib, barefooted as +usual, had waded out and rowed close to a flat-rock +platform. The tide was in and with its aid they +floated rapidly up the channel in the marsh. “Shall +we enter by the front or the back?” Nann asked of +Dick.</p> +<p>“The front is nearer our landing place,” was the +reply. “Let’s give the old salon a thorough ransacking. +I feel in my bones that we are going to +make some interesting discovery today, don’t you, +Gib?”</p> +<p>“Dunno,” was that lad’s laconic reply. “Mabbe +so.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_226">[226]</div> +<p>A few moments later they were standing under +the twisted chandelier listening to the faint rattle of +its many crystal pendants. Nann made a suggestion: +“Let’s each take a turn in selecting some place +to look for the deed, shall we?”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, let’s,” Dories seconded. “That will +make sort of a game of it all.”</p> +<p>Dick held the flashlight out to the older girl. “You +make the first selection,” he said.</p> +<p>Nann took the light and, standing still with the +others under the chandelier, she flashed the bright +beam around the room. “There’s a broken door +almost crushed under the sagging roof.” She indicated +the front corner opposite the one by which +they had entered. “There must have been a room +beyond that. I suggest that we try to get through +there.”</p> +<p>But Dick demurred. “I’m not sure that it would +be wise,” he told her. “The roof might sag more +if that door were pulled away.” They heard a noise +back of them and turned to see Gib making for the +entrance. “I’ll be back,” was all that he told them. +When, a moment later, he did return, he beckoned. +“Come along out,” he said. “There’s a way into +that thar room from the outside.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_227">[227]</div> +<p>He led them to a window, the pane of which had +been broken, leaving only the frame. They peered +in and beheld what had been a large bedroom. A +heavy oak bed and other pieces of furniture to match +were pitched at all angles as the rotting floor had +given way. Dick stepped back and looked critically +at the sagging roof, then he beckoned Gib and together +they talked in low tones. Seeming satisfied +with their decision, they returned to the spot where +the girls were waiting. “We don’t want you to run +any risk of being hurt while you are with us,” +Dick explained. “We want to take just as good +care of you as if you were our sisters.” Then he +assured them: “We think it is safe. Gib showed +me how stout the cross-beam is which has kept the +roof from sagging farther.”</p> +<p>And so they entered the room through the window. +For an hour they ransacked. There was no +evidence that anyone had been in that room since +the storm so long ago. “Queer, sort of, ain’t it?” +Gib speculated, scratching his ear. “Yo’d think that +pilot fellar’d a been all over the place, wouldn’t yo’ +now?”</p> +<p>“Let’s go back to the front room again and let +Dori choose next for a place to search,” the ever +chivalrous Dick suggested.</p> +<p>A few seconds later they again were under the +chandelier. Dories, as interested and excited now +as any of them, took the light and flashed it about +the room, letting the round glow rest at last on the +huge fireplace. “That’s where I’ll look,” she told +the others. “Let’s see if there is a loose rock that +will come out and behind which we may find a box +with the deed in it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_228">[228]</div> +<p>Nann laughed. “Like the story we read when +we were twelve or thirteen years old,” she told the +boys. But though they all rapped on the stones and +even tried to pry them out, so well had the masonry +been made, each rock remained firmly in place and +not one of them was movable.</p> +<p>“Now, Dick, you have a turn.” Dories held the +flashlight toward him, but he shook his head. “No, +Gib first.”</p> +<p>The red-headed boy grinned gleefully. “I’ll choose +a hard place. I reckon ol’ Colonel Wadbury hid that +thar deed somewhar’s up in the attic under the +roof.” Dories looked dismayed. “O, Gib, don’t +choose there, for we girls couldn’t climb up among +the rafters.” But Nann put in: “Of course, dear, +Gib may choose the loft if he wishes. But how +would you get there?”</p> +<p>Gib had been flashing the light along the cracked, +tipped ceiling of the room. Suddenly his freckled +face brightened. “Come on out agin.” He sprang +for the low opening as he spoke. Then, when they +were outside, he pointed to the spot where the roof +was lowest. “Yo’ gals stay here whar the punt is,” +he advised, “while me ’n’ Dick shinny up to whar +the chimney’s broke off. Bet yo’ we kin git into the +garrit from thar. Bet yo’ we kin.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_229">[229]</div> +<p>Dick was gazing at the roof appraisingly. “O, +I guess it’s safe enough,” he answered the anxious +expression he saw in the face of the older girl. “If +our weight is too much, the roof will sag more and +close up our entrance perhaps, but we can slide down +without being hurt, I am sure of that.”</p> +<p>The girls sat in the punt to await the return of +the boys, who, after a few moments’ scrambling +up the sloping roof, actually disappeared into what +must have once been an attic.</p> +<p>“I never was so interested or excited in all my +life,” Nann told her friend. “I do hope we will find +that deed today, for tomorrow will be Sunday, and +I feel that we ought to remain with your Aunt Jane +and put things in readiness for our departure on +Monday.”</p> +<p>“Yes, so do I.” Dories glanced up at the roof, +but as the boys were not to be seen, she continued: +“I am interested in finding the deed, of course, but I +just can’t keep my thoughts from wandering. I am +so glad that Mother will not have to keep on sewing. +She has been so wonderful taking care of Peter and +me the way she has ever since that long ago day +when father died.” Then she sighed. “Of course +I wish she hadn’t been too proud to accept help from +Aunt Jane.” But almost at once she contradicted +with, “In one way, though, I don’t, for if I had +lived in Boston all these years, I would never have +known you. But now that you are going to live in +Boston, how I do wish that Mother and Peter and +I were to live there also.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_230">[230]</div> +<p>“Maybe you will,” Nann began, but Dories shook +her head. “I don’t believe Mother would want to +leave her old home. It isn’t much of a place, but +she and Father went there when they were married, +and we children were born there.” Then, excitedly +pointing to the roof, Dories exclaimed: “Here come +the boys, and they have a packet of papers, haven’t +they?”</p> +<p>Nann stepped out of the punt to the mound as +she called, “O, boys, have you found the deed?”</p> +<p>“We don’t know yet,” Dick replied, but the girls +could see by his glowing expression that he believed +that they had.</p> +<p>They all sat in the punt, which had been drawn +partly up on the mound and which afforded the only +available seats. Dick and Nann occupied the wide +stern seat, while Dories and Gib in the middle faced +them. Dick unfastened the leather thong which +bound the papers and, closing his eyes, just for the +lark of it, he passed a folded document to each of +his companions. Then he opened them as he said +laughingly:</p> +<p>“Just four. How kind of old Colonel Wadbury +to help us with our game! Now, Nann, report about +yours first. Is it the Wetherby deed?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_231">[231]</div> +<p>After a moment’s eager scrutiny, Nann shook her +head. “Alas, no! It’s something telling about +shares in some corporation,” she told them.</p> +<p>“Well, we’ll keep it anyway to give to our pilot +friend,” Dick commented.</p> +<p>“Mine,” Dories said, “is a deed, but it seems to +be for this Siquaw Point property.”</p> +<p>Dick reported that his was a marriage license, and +Gib dolefully added that his was some government +paper, the meaning of which he could not understand. +He handed it to Dick, who, after scrutinizing +it, said: “Well, at least one thing is certain, it +isn’t the deed for which we are searching.” Then, +rising, he exclaimed: “Now it’s my turn. I want +to go back to the salon. I had a sort of inspiration +awhile ago. I thought I wouldn’t mention it until +my turn came.”</p> +<p>They left the punt and followed the speaker to +their low entrance in the wall. Although they were +curious to know Dick’s plan, no one spoke until +again they stood beneath the rattling chandelier. At +once the boy flashed the round light toward the corner +where the piercing eyes under shaggy brows +seemed to be watching them. Then he went in that +direction. Dories shuddered as she always did when +she saw that stern, unrelenting old face. “Why, +Dick,” Nann exclaimed, “do you suspect that the +picture of the old Colonel can reveal the deed’s +hiding-place?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_232">[232]</div> +<p>The boy was on his knees in front of the painting. +“Yes, I do,” he said. “At least I happened +all of a sudden to remember of having heard of +valuable papers that were hidden in a frame back +of a painting. That is why I wanted to look here.” +He had actually lifted the large painting in the +broken frame. Dories cried out in terror: “O, Dick, +how dare you touch that terrible thing? He looks +so real and so scarey.” The boy addressed evidently +did not hear her. Handing the flashlight to Nann, +he asked her to hold it close while he tore off the +boards at the back.</p> +<p>For a tense moment the four young people +watched, almost holding their breath.</p> +<p>“Wall, it ain’t thar, I reckon.” Gib was the first +to break the silence.</p> +<p>“You’re right!” Dick placed the painting from +which the frame had been removed against the wall +and was about to step back when the rotting boards +beneath him caved in and he fell, disappearing entirely. +Dories screamed and Gib, taking the light +from Nann, flashed the glow from it down into the +dark hole. “Dick! Dick! Are you hurt?” Nann was +calling anxiously.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_233">[233]</div> +<p>After what seemed like a very long time, Dick’s +voice was heard: “I’m all right. Don’t worry about +me. Gib, see if there isn’t a trap-door or something. +I seem to have fallen into a vault of some +kind.” Then after another silence, “I guess I’ve +stumbled onto steps leading up.” A second later a +low door in the dark corner opened and Dick, smiling +gleefully, emerged, covered with dust and cobwebs. +“Give me the light and let’s see what this +door is.” Then, after a moment’s scrutiny, “Aha! +That vault was meant to be a secret. The door +looks, from this side, like part of the paneling.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Dick!” Nann cried exultingly. “<i>That’s</i> +where the Wetherby deed is. Down in that old +vault.”</p> +<p>“I bet yo’ she’s right.” Gib stooped to peer into +the dark hole.</p> +<p>“Can’t we all go down and investigate?” Nann +asked eagerly.</p> +<p>Dick hesitated. “I’d heaps rather you girls stayed +out in the punt,” he began, but when he saw the +crestfallen expression of the adventurous older girl +he ended with, “Well, come, if you want to. I don’t +suppose anything will hurt us.”</p> +<p>Although Dories was afraid to go down, she was +even more fearful of remaining alone with those +pictured sharp grey eyes glaring at her, and so, +clinging to Nann, she descended the rather rickety +short flight of steps. The flashlight revealed casks +which evidently had contained liquor, and a small +iron box. “That box,” Dick said with conviction, +“contains the Wetherby deed.” He was about to +try to lift it when Nann grasped his arm. “Hark,” +she whispered. “I heard someone walking. It +sounds as though it might be someone in that library +or den where the desk was.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_234">[234]</div> +<p>They all listened and were convinced that Nann +had been right. “It’s that pilot chap, I reckon,” Gib +said. But Dick was not so sure. “Please, Nann,” +he pleaded, “you and Dories go out to the punt and +wait, while Gib and I discover who is prowling +around. I didn’t hear an airplane pass overhead, +but then, of course, he might have come in from the +sea as he did before.”</p> +<p>The girls were glad to get out in the sunlight. +They stood near the punt with hands tightly clasped +while the boys went around to the back to enter the +opening in the wall of the den. It seemed a very +long while before Nann and Dories heard voices.</p> +<p>Then three boys approached them. A tall, slender +lad, dressed after the fashion of aviators, with a +dark handsome face lighted with interest, was listening +intently to what Dick was telling him.</p> +<p>The girls heard him say, “Of course, I knew +someone else was visiting my grandfather’s home, +especially after I found the painting of my +mother——” He paused when he saw the girls, +and Nann was sure that the boys had neglected to +tell him that they were not alone. Dick, in his usual +manly way, introduced Carl Ovieda. Dories thought +the newcomer the nicest looking boy she had ever +seen. At once Dick made a confession. “I know +that we ought not to have done it, Mr. Ovieda. We +read the note book that we found, hoping that it +would throw some light on the mystery.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_235">[235]</div> +<p>“I’m glad you did!” was the frank reply. “The +truth is, I was getting rather desperate. You see, +Mother and Sister are to arrive tomorrow from +overseas, and I did so want to have the deed of +Grandma Wetherby’s old home to give to Mother. +The place has been vacant for years, but the taxes +have been paid. Of course no one would dispute +our right to live there, but there couldn’t be a clear +title without having the deed recorded.”</p> +<p>Gib asked a question in his usual indifferent manner, +but Nann knew how eager he really was to hear +the answer, “Air they comin’ in that thar Phantom +Yacht, yer mother and sister?”</p> +<p>The newcomer looked at the questioner as though +he did not understand his meaning; then turning +toward Nann and Dories he asked, “What is the +Phantom Yacht?”</p> +<p>Nann told him. Then the lad, with a friendly +smile, answered Gib: “No, indeed. That yacht was +sold, Mother told me, when we returned to Honolulu. +That is where we have lived nearly all of our +lives, but ever since my father died, Mother has +longed to return to her own home country.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_236">[236]</div> +<p>Nann, glancing at Dick, realized that he was very +eager to speak, but was courteously waiting until +the others were finished, and so she said: “Mr. +Ovieda, I believe Dick wishes to tell you of an iron +box in which he is almost sure the lost deed will be +found.”</p> +<p>The dark, handsome face lightened. Turning to +the boy at his side, he inquired: “Have you really +unearthed an iron box? Lead me to it, I beg.”</p> +<p>“We’ll wait in the punt,” Nann told the three +boys. Dories knew how hard it was for her friend +to say that, since she so loved adventure.</p> +<p>However, it was not long before a joyful shouting +was heard and the three boys appeared creeping +through the low opening. Carl Ovieda waved a +folded document toward them. “It is found!” +Never before had three words caused those young +people so much rejoicing. After they had each examined +the paper, yellowed with age, and Carl had +assured them that he and his mother and sister would +never be able to thank them enough for the service +they had rendered, Nann exclaimed: “I don’t know +how the rest of you feel, but I am just ever so +hungry.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_237">[237]</div> +<p>“I have a suggestion to make,” Dories put in. +“Let’s all go back to the point of rocks and have a +picnic.” Then, as the newcomer demurred, the +pretty young girl hastened to say, “Oh, indeed we +want you, Mr. Ovieda.”</p> +<p>The tall, handsome youth went to the place where +he had left his small portable canoe and paddled it +around.</p> +<p>“Miss Dories,” he called, “this craft rides better +if there are two in it. May I have the pleasure of +your company?”</p> +<p>Blushing prettily, Dories took Carl’s proffered +hand and stepped in the canoe. Nann, Dick and Gib, +in the punt, led the way.</p> +<p>Half an hour later, high on the rocks, the five +young people ate the good lunch the girls had prepared +and told one another the outstanding events +of their lives. “I’m wild to meet your sister, Mr. +Ovieda,” Dories told him. “Does she still look like +a lily, all gold and white. That was the way Gib’s +father described her.”</p> +<p>The tall lad nodded. “Yes, Sister is a very pretty +blonde. She has iris blue eyes and hair like spun +gold, as fairy books say. I want you all to come to +our home in Boston just as soon as we are settled.” +His invitation, Nann was pleased to see, included +Gib as well as the others. That embarrassed lad +replied, with a hunch of his right shoulder, “Dunno +as I’ll ever be up to the big town. Dunno’s I ever +will.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_238">[238]</div> +<p>“You’re wrong there, Gib!” Dick exclaimed in +the tone of one who could no longer keep a most +interesting secret. “You know how you have wished +and wished that you could have a chance to go to a +real school. Well, Dad has been trying to work it +so that you might have that chance, and, just before +I came away, he told me that he had managed to get +a scholarship for you in a boys’ school just out of +Boston. Why, what’s the matter, Gib? It’s what +you wanted, isn’t it?”</p> +<p>It was hard to understand the country boy’s expression. +“Yeah!” he confessed. “That thar’s what +I’ve been hankerin’ fer. It sure is.” Then, as a +slow grin lit his freckled face, he exclaimed: “It’s +hit me so sudden, sort of, but I reckon I kinder feel +the way yo’re feelin’,” he nodded toward the grandson +of old Colonel Wadbury, “as though I’d found +a deed to suthin, when I’d never expected to have +nuthin’ not as long as I’d live.”</p> +<p>The girls were deeply touched by Gib’s sincere +joy and they told him how glad they were for his +good fortune. Then Carl Ovieda sprang to his feet, +saying that he was sorry to break up the party, but +that he must be winging on his way. He held out +his hand to each of the group as he bade them good-bye, +turning, last of all, to Dories, to whom he said: +“I shall let you know as soon as we are settled. I +want you and my sister to be good friends.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_239">[239]</div> +<h2 id="c28"><br />CHAPTER XXVIII. +<br />THE BEST SURPRISE OF ALL</h2> +<p>As the four young people neared the home cabin, +they were amazed to behold Miss Moore seated in +a rocker on the front porch and, instead of her house +dress, she had on her traveling suit. Dories leaped +up the steps, exclaiming, “Why, Aunt Jane, what +has happened?”</p> +<p>The old woman replied suavely: “Nothing at all, +my dear; that is, nothing startling. Mr. Strait drove +over this morning with some mail for me and I asked +him to return at two. Now hurry and pack up your +things. We’re going home.”</p> +<p>Dories put her hand to her heart. “O,” she exclaimed, +“I was afraid there had been bad news from +Mother.” Then, hesitatingly, “I thought we weren’t +going home until Monday.”</p> +<p>“We are going now,” was all that her aunt said.</p> +<p>Dories ran back to the beach to explain to the +three standing there, then the girls bade the boys +good-bye and hastened up to the loft to pack their +satchels and don their traveling costumes.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_240">[240]</div> +<p>“What can it mean?” Dories almost whispered. +“There must have been something urgent in the +letter Aunt Jane received this morning,” she concluded.</p> +<p>Nann snapped down the cover of her suitcase, +then flashed a bright smile at her friend. “To tell +you the truth,” she confessed, “I am glad that we +are going today. Since your Aunt Jane will not +travel on Sunday, and since the mysteries have all +been solved, there would be nothing to do from now +until Monday.”</p> +<p>Before the other girl could reply Nann, with eyes +glowing, continued enthusiastically: “And how wonderfully +the old ruin mystery turned out, didn’t it? +I feel ever so sure that Carl Ovieda and his sister +will prove good friends.” Then, teasingly, “Carl +seemed to like you especially well.”</p> +<p>Dories’ surprised expression was sincere. “Me?” +she exclaimed dramatically, then shook her head. +“Of course you are wrong! You are so much prettier +and wittier and wiser, Nann, boys <i>always</i> like +you better than they do your friends.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_241">[241]</div> +<p>“I hold to my opinion,” was the laughing response. +“But come along now, I hear the rattly old +stage coming. If we are to make the 3:10 train, +Spindly will have to make good time.” Nann +glanced at her wrist watch as she spoke; then, taking +their suitcases, they went down the rickety stairs. +On the front porch they found Miss Moore waiting +among her bags; her heavy black veil thrown back +over her bonnet. Gib’s father, having left the stage +at the beach end of the road, was coming for the +baggage. “O, Aunt Jane!” Dories suddenly exclaimed, +“aren’t we going to put the covers on the +furniture and fasten the blinds?”</p> +<p>It was Mr. Strait who answered: “Me’n Amandy’ll +tend to all them things, Miss. We’ll come over +fust off Monday an’ take the key back to the store.”</p> +<p>Miss Moore nodded her assent. Then, with the +help of the two girls, she picked her way through +the sand to the stage and was soon seated between the +two black bags as she had been three weeks previous, +but now how different was the expression on the +wrinkled old face. On that other ride the girls had +been justified in believing her to be a grouchy old +woman, but today Dories noticed that when her aunt +smiled across at her, there was a wistful expression +in the grey eyes that could be so sharp and a quivering +about the thin lips. “Poor Aunt Jane,” was the +thought that accompanied her answering smile, “she +dreads going back to her lonely mansion of a home, +but of course I am to remain with her for a few +days, or, at least, until I hear from Mother.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_242">[242]</div> +<p>When Siquaw was reached the girls saw that the +train was even then approaching the small station, +and, in the rush that followed, they quite forgot to +look for Dick and Gibralter to say good-bye. It was +not until they were seated in the coach, and the train +well under way, that Dories exclaimed: “We didn’t +see the boys! Don’t you think that is queer, Nann? +They knew we were going on that train. I wonder +why they weren’t at the station to see us off.”</p> +<p>A merry laugh back of them was the unexpected +answer. Seated directly behind them were the two +boys about whom they had been talking. Rising, +they skipped around and took the seat facing the +girls.</p> +<p>“Well, where did you come from?” Dories began, +then noticed that Gib wore his one best suit and that +he was carrying a funny old hand satchel. His +freckled face was shining from more than a recent +hard scrubbing. Nann interpreted that jubilant expression. +“Gibralter Strait,” she exclaimed, “you’re +going away to school, aren’t you?” Then impulsively +she held out her hand. “You don’t know +how glad I am. I have great faith in you. I know +you will amount to something.”</p> +<p>As the country lad was squirming in very evident +embarrassment, his friend drew the attention of the +girls to himself by saying: “I suppose, Mistress +Nann, that you don’t expect <i>me</i> to amount to anything.” +The good-looking boy tried so hard to +assume an abused expression that the girls laughingly +assured him that they had some slight hope of +his ultimate success in life.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_243">[243]</div> +<p>Dories glanced across at the seat where her aunt +was sitting and, excusing herself, she went over and +sat with the elderly woman, although Nann could +see that they talked but little, her heart warmed +toward her friend, who was growing daily more +thoughtful of others. After a time Miss Moore said: +“Dories, dear, I think I’ll try to take a little nap. You +would better go back to your friends. I am sure +that they are missing you.”</p> +<p>Then as the old lady did close her eyes and seem +to sleep, the four young people talked over the past +three weeks in quiet voices and made plans for the +future. “I hope we will be friends forever,” Dories +exclaimed, and Nann added, “Perhaps, when we +have made the acquaintance of Mr. Ovieda’s sister, +we can form a sort of friendship club with six members. +We could meet now and then, and have merry +times.” Dories’ doleful expression at this happy +suggestion caused Nann to add, as she placed a hand +on her friend’s arm, “I know what you are thinking, +dear. That all the rest of us will be in Boston, but +that you will be in Elmwood. But surely you will +come to visit your Aunt Jane often during vacations.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_244">[244]</div> +<p>Before Dories could reply the boys informed them +that they were entering the city. Dories, who had +traveled little, was eager to stand on the platform at +the back of the car that she might have a better view, +and later when the young people returned to the +coach it was time to collect their baggage and prepare +to descend. First of all, Dick and Gib assisted +Miss Moore to the platform and then carried out her +bags. Then they hailed a taxi driver at her request. +Then Miss Moore surprised the girls by saying +hospitably: “Come over and see us tomorrow, Dick +and Gibralter. You know where I live.” She actually +smiled at the older boy. “Dories will be with +me for a few days, I suppose, and Nann as well.” +Then, when the older girl started to speak, the old +woman said firmly, “You accepted an invitation to +be my guest for one month, and only three weeks of +that month have passed.” This being true, Nann +did not protest.</p> +<p>Dories squeezed her friend’s arm ecstatically. She +had dreaded the moment when Nann would leave +for the hotel where her father stayed. Gib lifted +his cap as he saw Dick doing when the taxi drove +away.</p> +<p>Then the old woman addressed the girls. “They’re +fine boys, both of them!” she said. “That’s why I +was willing you should go anywhere with them that +you wished. I knew they would take as good care +of you as they would of their sisters.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_245">[245]</div> +<p>Dusk came early that autumn afternoon, and so, +try as she might, Dories could see little of the neighborhoods +through which the taxi was taking them. +It was a long ride. At first it was through a business +district where many lights flashed on, and +where their progress was very slow because of the +traffic. Then the noise gradually lessened, big elm +trees could be seen lining the streets, and far back +among other trees and on wide lawns, lights from +large homes flickered. At last the taxi turned in +between two high stone gate posts. Miss Moore +was sitting ram-rod straight and the girls, watching, +found it hard to interpret her expression. Dories +asked: “Aunt Jane, have we reached your home?”</p> +<p>They were surprised at the bitterness of the tone +in which the reply was given: “Home? No! We +have reached my house. A place where there is only +a housekeeper and a maid to welcome you is <i>not</i> a +home.”</p> +<p>Dories slipped a hand in her aunt’s and held it +close. She wanted to say something comforting, +but could think of nothing. The taxi had stopped +under the portico by the front steps, and, when she +had been helped out, Miss Moore paid the driver. +Then they went upon the wide stone porch, followed +by the man, laden with their baggage. “I can’t +understand why there isn’t a light in the house. The +maids knew I was to return almost any day.” Miss +Moore rang the bell as she spoke.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_246">[246]</div> +<p>Suddenly lights within were flashed on. The +heavy oak door was thrown open and a small boy +leaped out and hurled himself at one of the girls. +“Dori! Hello, Dori!” he cried jubilantly. “Here’s +Mother and me waiting to surprise you all.” And +truly enough, there back of him was Mrs. Moore, +smiling and holding out her hand to the old woman, +who stood as one dazed. Then, comprehending what +it all meant, she went in, tears falling unheeded down +her wrinkled cheeks. She took the outstretched hand +as she said tremulously, “My Peter’s wife is here to +welcome me <i>home</i>.” She was so deeply affected that +Mrs. Moore, after stooping to quietly kiss her +daughter, led the old woman into a formally furnished +parlor and sat with her on a handsome old +lounge. Then to the small boy in the doorway she +said, “Little Peter, show Dori and Nann up to their +room.”</p> +<p>What those two women had to say to each other, +no one ever knew, but that it drew them very close +together was evident by the loving expression in the +grey eyes of the older woman when she looked at +the younger.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the two girls, led by the small boy, +entered a large upper room which seemed to overlook +a garden. Like the rooms below, it was formally +furnished after the style of an earlier period, +but it seemed very grand indeed to Dories.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_247">[247]</div> +<p>Her eyes were star-like with wonderment. +“Nann,” she half whispered in an awed voice when +Peter had gleefully displayed the wardrobe where +the girls were to hang their dresses and had opened +each empty bureau drawer that they were to use, “do +you suppose that Mother, Peter and I are to live here +forever?”</p> +<p>“I’m sure of it!” Nann replied. “And O, Dori, +isn’t it wonderful?”</p> +<p>Just then a bell in some room below tinkled musically. +“That’s the supper bell,” the small boy told +them. “Hilda’s the cook, and O, Dori, such nice +puddings as she can make. Yum! Jum!” Then he +cried excitedly: “Quick! Take off your hats. Here’s +the bathroom that belongs to you. Honestly, Dori, +you have one all to yourself, and Mother and I, we +have one.”</p> +<p>The girls smiled at the little fellow’s enthusiasm. +Dories felt as though she must be dreaming. It all +seemed so unreal.</p> +<p>A few moments later they went downstairs and +found that Miss Moore, whose room was on the first +floor, had changed to a house dress. She was seated +in a comfortable chair by the fireplace, on which a +log was burning, and she looked content, at peace +with the world. She was saying to her nephew’s +wife: “I do love Dories; she is a dear girl, but I will +confess that I was disappointed because she does not +look like the lad I had so loved.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_248">[248]</div> +<p>Hearing a sound at the door, the old woman +turned, and for the first time really beheld the small +boy who appeared in front of the girls.</p> +<p>“Peter!” was her amazed exclamation; the light +of a great joy in her eyes. Then she pointed to a +life-size painting over the mantle in which was a +pictured boy of about the same age. “They are so +alike,” she said, with tears in her eyes, as she looked +up at Mrs. Moore, who, having risen, was standing +by the older woman’s chair. Dories, gazing up at +the picture, thought that it might have been a painting +of her small brother except for the old-fashioned +costume.</p> +<p>The elderly woman was holding out her arms to +the little fellow, and, unafraid, he went to her trustingly. +“My cup of joy is now full!” she said, her +voice tremulous with emotion. Then, smiling over +the boy’s head at his mother, she asked: “Niece, +shall we tell our plan to the girls that <i>their</i> cup of +joy may also be full?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_249">[249]</div> +<p>Mrs. Moore nodded and the old woman continued: +“Nann, your father has written to Dories’ +mother for advice. It seems that a change in his +business will take him traveling about the country +for at least a year, and he wanted to know what she +thought would be best for you. He was thinking +of sending you to some distant relatives, but we, my +Peter’s wife and I, have decided to keep you as a +sister-companion for our Dori.” Then, before the +girls could express their joy, the old woman concluded, +as she held little Peter close: “And so, at +last, after many years of desolate loneliness, this old +house among the elms is to be a real <i>home</i>.”</p> +<p class="tbcenter"><span class="small">THE END.</span></p> +<h2 id="c29"><br /><i>SAVE THE WRAPPER!</i></h2> +<p>If you have enjoyed reading about the adventures of the new friends you have +made in this book and would like to read more clean, wholesome stories of +their entertaining experiences, turn to the book jacket—on the inside +of it, a comprehensive list of Burt’s fine series of carefully selected +books for young people has been placed for your convenience.</p> +<p><i>Orders for these books, placed with your bookstore or sent to the Publishers, +will receive prompt attention.</i></p> +<h3 id="c30"><span class="smaller">THE</span> +<br />Ann Sterling Series</h3> +<p class="tbcenter">By HARRIET PYNE GROVE +<br />Stories of Ranch and College Life +<br />For Girls 12 to 16 Years</p> +<p class="center"><i>Handsome Cloth Binding with Attractive Jackets in Color</i></p> +<dl class="std"><dt>ANN STERLING</dt> +<dd>The strange gift of Old Never-Run, an Indian whom she has befriended, brings exciting events into Ann’s life.</dd> +<dt>THE COURAGE OF ANN</dt> +<dd>Ann makes many new, worthwhile friends during her first year at Forest Hill College.</dd> +<dt>ANN AND THE JOLLY SIX</dt> +<dd>At the close of their Freshman year Ann and the Jolly Six enjoy a house party at the Sterling’s mountain ranch.</dd> +<dt>ANN CROSSES A SECRET TRAIL</dt> +<dd>The Sterling family, with a group of friends, spend a thrilling vacation under the southern Pines of Florida.</dd> +<dt>ANN’S SEARCH REWARDED</dt> +<dd>In solving the disappearance of her father, Ann finds exciting adventures, Indians and bandits in the West.</dd> +<dt>ANN’S AMBITIONS</dt> +<dd>The end of her Senior year at Forest Hill brings a whirl of new events into the career of “Ann of the Singing Fingers.”</dd> +<dt>ANN’S STERLING HEART</dt> +<dd>Ann returns home, after completing a busy year of musical study abroad.</dd></dl> +<h3 id="c31">The Camp Fire Girls Series</h3> +<p class="tbcenter">By HILDEGARD G. 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