nquo's spirit at Macbeth's feast.
This was too much for the plump girl's self-control. She opened her mouth,
and her half-strangled shriek, the partially masticated cap-strings all
but choking her, aroused Ruth and Helen to palpitating fright.

"Oh! What is it?" demanded Helen, bounding out of bed.

"Ghosts! Oh! Waw!" gurgled Jennie, and sank back into her friend's arms.

Helen was literally as well as mentally overcome. Jennie's weight carried
her to the straw matting with a bump that shook the shack and brought
Ruth, too, out of bed.

CHAPTER XV

AN AMAZING SITUATION

"'Ghost'?" cried Ruth Fielding. "Let me see it! Remember the campus ghost
back at old Briarwood, Helen? I haven't seen a ghost since that time."

"Ugh! Get this big elephant off of me!" grunted her chum, impolitely as
well as angrily. "_She's_ no ghost, I do assure you. She's of the earth,
earthy, and no mistake! Ouch! Get off, Heavy!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" groaned the plump girl. "I--I saw them. Three of them!"

"Sounds like a three-ring circus," snapped Helen.

But Ruth was peering through the window. She saw nothing, and complained
thereof:

"Jen has had a nightmare. I don't see a thing."

"Nightmare, your granny!" sputtered the plump girl, finally rolling off
her half crushed friend. "I saw it--them--_those_!"

"Your grammar is so mixed I wouldn't believe you on oath," declared Helen,
getting to her own bare feet and paddling back to her cot for slippers
and a negligee.

"O-o-oh, it is chilly," agreed Ruth, grabbing a wrap, too.

"Do tell us about it, Jennie," she begged. "Did you see your ghost through
the window here?"

"It isn't my ghost!" denied the plump girl. "I'm alive, ain't I?"

"But you're not conscious," grumbled Helen.

"I can see!" wailed Jennie. "I haven't lost my eyesight."

"Stop!" Ruth urged. "Let us get at the foundation of this trouble. You say
you saw----"

"I saw what I saw!"

"Oh, see-saw!" cried Helen. "We're all loony, now."

Ruth was about to ask another question, but she was again looking through
the window. She suddenly bit off a cry of her own. She had to confess that
the sight she saw was startling.

"Is--is that the ghost, Jennie?" she breathed, seizing the plump girl by
her arm and dragging her forward.

Jennie gave one frightened look through the window and immediately clapped
her palms over her eyes.

"Ow!" she wailed in muffled tones. "They're coming back."

They were, indeed! Three