here the camp was located. Glancing over their shoulders they saw that
the ghost was pursuing them. The boys began to shout anew, and to run
even at greater speed.

"There's some more of them," howled Sam.

"Yeow!" yelled George. He sprang to the left, in which direction he
believed the camp lay, then he halted. Another ghost was confronting
him. George hesitated. The ghost uttered a moan. The brave George Baker,
captain of the Tramp Club, took to his heels. The others did the same,
except that each took a different direction. Wherever they ran they were
followed by moans and screams, principally from the lips of Crazy Jane
McCarthy.

It seemed to their excited imaginations that the woods were full of
ghosts of giant stature, with voices capable of making one's hair stand
on end. The worst of it was that the ghosts persisted in pursuing them.
They chased the brave Tramp Club right into camp, where the lads
arrived one by one. Instead of stopping the boys bolted for the launch,
in which the frightened Larry Goheen already had sought safety.

"Cast off," yelled George, the last to leap into the boat.

The launch was shoved from the shore and allowed to drift while the boys
sat shivering, listening to the wails from the forest.

"Good-bye," answered Sam.

"Fellows, we are all cowards," declared George, beginning to get control
of himself. "We should have staid and knocked them out."

"I'll go back, if you say so," answered Billy promptly.

"No. I've got enough of this place. To-morrow morning we break camp and
go back to the other camping place. No more ghost parties for mine."

"As long as we have decided to move why not go now," suggested Larry.

The boys discussed the matter briefly, then decided that they would. Sam
was put on guard to watch for the return of the ghosts while the others
hurriedly broke camp. But there were no more ghostly moans nor ghostly
intruders that night.

The ghosts in the persons of the Meadow-Brook Girls were on their way to
their rowboat. Beaching it they sat down and laughed until their eyes
were wet with tears.

"It was a mean trick to play on them," gasped Miss Elting. "But I think
we have more than won our wager. It is a wonder that they didn't suspect
us."

"There goes a boat!" cried Jane. "It's a launch."

"It is the boys. We have frightened them off," answered Miss Elting.

The girls rowed quickly home, but ere they had reached the entrance to
the secret creek they w