They stopped the cars a little the other side of the path that led
into the woods and slowly stepped down into the road.
When they caught sight of each other's faces they began to laugh
shakily.
"We certainly look as if we were going on a ghost hunt," Mollie said.
At this Grace uttered a little cry of protest. The thought had struck
too near her own disquieting thoughts to be comfortable.
"For goodness' sake, somebody say something cheerful," she begged.
"I've got to get up my courage some way."
"Well, I haven't any to lend you," grumbled Mollie, as she linked her
arm in Betty's and the two went along toward the path. "I don't like
this job a little bit."
"Don't you think," suggested Amy, holding back a little, "that
somebody ought to stay here and take care of the cars?"
"No, you don't!" said Mollie, catching her by the hand and pulling her
along after them. "If one of us goes we are all going."
"Oh, come along," urged Betty, eager to get the thing over with. "I
think we are all acting like a lot of geese. It might help some if we
tried to remember that we are Outdoor Girls.
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