"Don't be a deserter! Have some more
chocolate, and we'll all go to sleep," and they finally persuaded
Grace to remain. It took some little time to get their nerves quiet,
but finally they all fell into a more or less uneasy slumber that
lasted until morning. The "ghost" did not return.
Wan, and with rather dark circles under their eyes, the girls got
breakfast the next morning. The meal put them in better spirits, and
when they bustled around about the camp duties they, forgot their
scare of the night before.
They made a partial tour of the island, though some parts were too
densely wooded and swampy to penetrate. But such parts as they visited
showed the presence of no other campers. They were alone on Elm
Island, save for an occasional picnic party, several evidently having
been there the day before.
"Then that-- thing-- couldn't have been a cow," said Grace,
positively.
"Make up a new theory," suggested Betty, with a laugh. "One thing,
though, we're not going to let it drive us away, are we-- not away
from our camp?"
The others did not answer for a moment, and then Mollie exclaimed:
"I'm going to stay-- for one.
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