Part 16 (2/2)

”You had better take the lead, Mollie,” Betty suggested after they had gone some little distance along the path. ”I can manage Amy alone now, I guess. She seems pretty well tamed.”

”Tamed, but scared to death,” Amy came back, with a wry smile. ”Really, Betty,” she turned to look at the Little Captain closely, ”aren't you the least little bit nervous about what happened last night?”

”No, I don't think I am now,” said Betty, adding candidly, ”I must say I was last night though--just frightened to death. It seemed so awfully uncanny--coming upon that thing in the dark after what we had gone through with that bandit. But then,” she added more lightly, ”everything seems so much worse in the dark, you know.”

”Yes,” said Amy slowly and looking very serious. ”That all may be very true. But I think that as long as we are sure we didn't dream it last night and that the skulking thing really dodged out from the corner of our porch that we ought to be on our guard against it. And how,” she finished most reasonably, ”can we be on our guard in the woods?”

Betty was at a loss to know just how to answer such a question. By this time Mollie and Grace were some little distance ahead of them and Amy's nervousness was beginning to communicate itself to her against her will.

She felt again the creeping sensation that had traveled up and down her spine at sight of that crouching, sinister figure that had sprung out from the shadow of the porch.

It had disappeared into the bushes last night, and, for all she knew--and the thought made her tingle weirdly--it might still be hiding in them, crouching, ready to spring--

With an effort she shook off the mood and turned to Amy brightly.

”There is no use in our making a mountain out of a mole hill,” she said, plucking a wild rose as they swung by and smelling of its delicious fragrance. ”Last night, I admit, it seemed very terrifying to us, but that was probably because we couldn't see what it was that frightened us. It may just have been a large dog or something.”

”Humph,” sniffed Amy, sceptically, ”it must have been a monster dog. Sort of a ghost hound.”

”Goodness, that's going from bad to worse,” laughed Betty, as they rejoined the other girls. ”Let's hope it isn't anything like that, Amy dear. h.e.l.lo, what are you waiting for?” she hailed the girls cheerfully.

”We almost fell over you.”

”Watch your step,” cautioned Mollie, adding as she cleared aside some bushes and motioned Betty to a place beside her: ”We've reached the river, Betty, and a little farther up is the falls. Isn't it beautiful?”

”Oh, it is beautiful,” rejoined Betty, a sentiment which Amy heartily echoed, and for a few minutes they stood there, drinking in the beauty of the scene, entirely unmindful of the lovely picture they themselves made with their loosened hair and wreaths of wild flowers.

The river was not very wide, but the water was deep and clear and swift and the continual swish-swish of its pa.s.sage over rocks and between foliage-laden banks made a pleasant, even sound that was deliciously restful and refres.h.i.+ng.

”Oh, if we could only get down right into the very middle of it and let those little ripples wash over us forever and forever!” sighed Grace ecstatically.

”She would a little mermaid be!” sang Betty, as she slipped down to the very edge of the water and leaned over to catch her reflection in the bright depths of it. ”But honestly, Mollie, isn't there any place in the river where we can swim?”

”It looks too swift for good swimming to me--” began Grace, but Mollie stopped her with a mysterious finger to her lips.

”Hush, my pretty one, not a word,” said the latter, beginning to pick her way daintily along the river bank. ”Follow me and you will wear diamonds, or seaweed, or whatever it is that mermaids wear. And don't fall over, whatever you do,” she turned around to caution them. ”The river is so swift here that I don't believe even the strongest swimmer would have a chance.”

Accordingly the girls ”watched their step,” and for some distance followed Mollie uncomplainingly. Then, as there seemed no sign of their getting anywhere, Grace started to protest.

”Say, do you suppose she has any idea where she is going?” the latter asked of Betty in a tone that was designed to reach Mollie's ear. But before she could say anything more, Mollie herself swung jubilantly round upon them.

”Here we are, girls!” she cried. ”Now see if you ever saw anything so pretty in all your lives.”

Once more the girls stood spellbound by the natural beauty of the scene.

As they walked they had become more and more conscious of the roaring noise made by rus.h.i.+ng water, and now, ascending a small rise of ground, they came full upon the majestic beauty of Moonlight Falls.

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