Part 9 (1/2)
”There! you heard it?”
”The wind rustling something,” said Ruth, attempting to go on.
”No.”
”Something squeaks--mice, I do believe.”
”Mice would starve to death here,” declared Helen.
”How smart of you! That is right,” agreed Ruth. ”Come on. Let us see what it is--if it's upstairs.”
Helen clung close to her and trembled. There was the rustling, squeaking sound again. Ruth pushed on (secretly feeling rather staggered by the strange noise), and they entered one of the larger upper chambers.
Immediately she saw an open stovepipe hole in the chimney. ”The noise comes from that,” she declared, setting down the basket and pointing.
”But what is it?” wailed her frightened chum.
”The wind?”
”Never!”
The lightning flashed again, and the thunder rolled nearer. Helen screamed, crouched down upon the floor, and covered her ears, squeezing her eyelids tight shut too.
”Dreadful! dreadful!” she gasped.
Still the silence outside between the reports of thunder; but the rustling in the chimney continued. Ruth looked around, found a piece of broken window-sash on the floor, and approached the open pipe-hole.
”Here's for stirring up Mr. Ghost,” she said, in a much braver tone than she secretly felt.
She always felt her responsibility with Helen. The latter was of a nervous, imaginary temperament, and it was never well for her to get herself worked up in this way.
”Oh, Ruth! Don't! Suppose it bites you!” gasped Helen.
At that Ruth _did_ laugh. ”Whoever heard of a ghost with teeth?” she demanded, and instantly thrust the stick into the gaping hole.
There was a stir--a flutter--a squeaking--and out flopped a brown object about the size of a mouse. Helen shrieked again, and even Ruth darted back.
”A mouse!” cried Helen.
”Right--_a flittermouse_!” agreed Ruth, suddenly bursting into a laugh.
”The chimney's full of them.”
”Oh, let's get out!”
”In this rain?” and Ruth pointed to the window, where now the drops were falling, big and fast--the vanguard of the storm.
”But if a bat gets into your hair!” moaned Helen, rocking herself on her knees.