ought to snatch up a club as
he ran. But now the unearthly sounds came from the rear, instead of
ahead of them. The boys wheeled abruptly, only to hear right in front of
them a dismaying chorus of ghostly noises.

"Let's go!" urged Larry. "It's surely a lot of banshees!"

"Great Scott! Look!" quivered Sam, pointing with trembling finger.

In the faint light the boys made out a white figure that might have been
anywhere from seven to ten feet in height. The boys were too scared to
judge of length. The awful thing raised its draped arms, a frightful
scream sounding on the air.

At that Billy lost his grip on Larry's arm. Goheen made no apologies,
but made a straight, swift dash for camp.

The other boys hesitated for a few brief seconds; then they, too, headed
for camp. They were not exactly running. They were leaping like as many
frightened rabbits, fleeing from a rabbit hound. In their haste they
lost their way and were proceeding directly toward the spot where Jane
McCarthy was standing.

Jane finally heard them coming. She was filled with glee. She had feared
that she was not to have an opportunity to play an important part in
this ghost party. Making a noise like a ghost did not wholly satisfy
Crazy Jane McCarthy. What she wanted was something more exciting. Her
opportunity came very quickly. The boys were nearly up to her, ere she
realized that they were so close.

A wild wail halted them.

"Come on, you fellows!" yelled George to his faltering companions.

"There it is!" howled Sam.

He had espied another figure that looked exactly like the first ghost.
George discovered it at about the same time. George made a brave rush
toward the figure, yelling to frighten it. But Crazy Jane was not easily
frightened. She advanced slowly, waving the long, draped arms, and
moaning. All at once something came down on the head of George Baker,
just as he had raised his club to hurl it at the ghost. The something
was a long tough stick in the hand of Jane McCarthy.

George uttered a howl and sprang back. The ghost advanced on him. Billy
got a light tap, then Sam yelled as something damp brushed his cheek.
He did not know that it was the leaf of a bush. He thought it the cold,
clammy hand of the ghost.

The boys having gotten more than they had looked for, began to retreat.
Sam was the first after Larry to run. He did so with all speed, followed
closely by George and Billy. They were confused. They did not know just
w