tended- to let it remain where it was until fall, when he would raise it, paint it a different color, and sell it. But Mollie's fortunate dive frustrated his plans.
"Seen anything more of the ghost?" asked Will of the girls, when the canoe had been moored to the shore.
"No, and we don't want to," returned Betty.
"Afraid?" Allen wanted to know.
"Indeed not!" she exclaimed, with a blush.
"I'll tell you what let's do," suggested Frank. "Let's take a look around and see if that ghost left any footprints."
"Ghosts never do," asserted Will.
"Well, let's have a look anyhow. We should have done it before. Now, as nearly as I can recollect, the creature came about to here, and then rushed into the lake," and Frank went to a spot some distance from the tents. The others agreed that it was about there that the white object had been seen. Will was looking along the ground, going toward the lake. Suddenly, he uttered an exclamation.
"Girls! Fellows!" he cried. "Come here!"
They all hastened to his side. He pointed to some marks in the sandy soil.
"What are they?" he asked, excitedly.
"Hoof marks!" cried Allen, dramatically.
