Once outside the room, in the reassuring sunshine, they turned and
looked at each other sheepishly. Then Betty wheeled about and started
for the door again.
"Betty, you are never going back into that place again?" cried Amy
wildly, holding to her skirt. "I won't let you! Do you hear me? Come
back here!"
But Betty had no intention of coming back. She turned and faced the
girls calmly, though inwardly she was trembling.
"Of course I am going back," she said. "Professor Dempsey may be in
one of the other rooms and he may be sick. If nobody will go with me,
I'm going in alone."
Of course the three girls could not let her go in alone, so they
trailed back at her heels into the house, being very careful, however,
to leave the door wide open behind them, in case a hasty retreat
became necessary.
Cautiously Betty opened the door at the other end of the room and
stepped into what had evidently been a sort of rough kitchen. Now it
was nothing but a nightmare like the other room, and she shuddered as
she looked about at the desolate confusion.
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