"
Betty gave him a warning glance, for Libbie looked frightened. Surely
something was wrong with the girl!
The cabin door was open and the interior was comparatively dry. There was
no furniture, but three or four old packing boxes furnished the girls
with seats. Bob and five of his friends disappeared, whistling. Gilbert
and Sydney were investigating the ramshackle fireplace to see what the
prospects were for starting a fire when a shriek from Libbie brought them
to their feet.
"A ghost!" cried the girl. "A ghost! Over there in the corner!"
Frances Martin gave a cry, and Betty and Bobby went white. Even Gilbert
afterward confessed that his scalp prickled when a figure stepped forward
from a narrow closet against the wall.
"Ugh! Howdy!" he grunted, and they saw that he was a very old and very
dirty Indian.
"Rain," he said slowly, pointing to the door. "Stop soon now. Go
get supper."
He shuffled over the doorsill and at the edge he turned.
"Howdy!" he said, apparently with some vague idea of farewell.
"Much rain!"
Petrified, they watched him hobble away through the woods.
CHAPTER XVIII
LIBBIE'S SECRET
Gilbert Lane was the first to recover his voice.
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