Chatz.
It often causes boys to hide their real feelings, and even appear to be
much bolder than they naturally are.

Once around the end of the mill and they saw the dwelling attached to
it.

Here, too, was the old road, now overgrown with weeds and almost hidden
from view. And yet, twenty years ago, in Miller Munsey's time, no doubt
farmers daily drove up here with sacks of corn, wheat, or rye, to have
the grain delivered to them again in the shape of flour.

"Shall we try to go in by way of the house door?" asked Lil Artha.

"No," replied Elmer, "he went in through that opening where some boards
are off the side of the mill. Perhaps we'd better do the same."

"A good idea," remarked Chatz, with the air of one who could not get
inside the walls of the mill too speedily to please him.

"Just as you say, Elmer," the lanky scout observed; for having been in
the company of the other when the latter was acting as pathfinder to the
expedition, Lil Artha was more than ever filled with admiration for his
wonderful talents in discovering things supposed to be lost.

So Elmer without further hesitation ducked through the opening, with his
two allies keeping close to his heels.

At any rate it was somewhat more restful inside the mill.

Those walls, even if now going rapidly into a condition of decay, shut
out some of the noise caused by the falling water.

Lil Artha and Chatz both looked about them eagerly, even anxiously, as
soon as they found themselves within those walls which had once
resounded to the clatter of the grinding.

Their motives, however, were probably as far apart as the two poles;
while the long-legged scout hoped, yet dreaded, to see the figure of Nat
Scott lying somewhere about, Chatz, on the other hand, was anticipating
discovering some token of ghostly visitors.

Nothing rewarded either of them, however. The interior of the mill was
of course in a generally dilapidated condition. What remnants of the
crushing and milling machinery remained were rusty and broken, as though
tramps may have made the place a refuge, and tried to destroy what they
could not carry away to sell.

The boards creaked dismally under their tread. More than that, they
were loose in places, and Lil Artha, stepping upon the end of one, might
have vanished through a gap in the floor only that his agility saved
him.

"Wow, would you see that, now, Elmer!" he exclaimed, his voice sounding
strange amidst such singular surro