"There was a noise when the moon had just come up--didn't you
hear it? The ghost I told you about. Good Injun went after it
with a gun, and I guess they mixed, all right, and he got the
worst of it. He was sure on the fight when he came back, and
he's pulled out this morning--"
"Do you mean to tell me--did you see it, really?"
"Well, you ask Clark, when you see him," Gene hinted darkly.
"You just ask him what was in the grove last night. Ask him what
he HEARD." He moved closer, and laid his hand impressively upon
her arm. Evadna winced perceptibly. "What yuh jumping for? You
didn't see anything, did you?"
"No; but--was there REALLY something?" Evadna freed herself as
unobtrusively as possible, and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You ask Clark. He'll tell you--maybe. Good Injun's scared
clean off the ranch--you can see that for yourself. He said he
couldn't be hired to spend another night here. He thinks it's a
bad sign. That's the Injun of it. They believe in spirits and
signs and things.
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