They walked along the
path hand in hand, and although they did not speak much for the next few
moments, when they did speak it was quite cheerfully.
"I wish she would yell again," said Russ at last. "For we must be
getting near to where she was."
"We-ell, if she isn't a ghost----"
Just then the silence of the wood was broken again by the cry. The boy
and the girl halted involuntarily. No matter how brave Russ might appear
to be, there was a tone to that scream that made shivers go up and down
his back.
"Oh, Russ!" cried Rose.
"Oh, Rose!" stammered her brother.
The scream came from so near that it seemed worse than before. And now
Russ was shaken in his proclaimed opinion. It did not seem that any
woman, no matter how great her distress might be, could make such a
terrible sound.
"I guess we'd better go back," confessed Russ after a minute.
Rose was eager to do so. They turned and, hand in hand, began to run.
And in their haste they somehow missed the path they had been following.
Or else, it had not been a path at all.
At least, after running so far that they should have reached the burned
cabin they came out into quite a different clearing! They both knew that
they had missed the way, for in this clearing stood a little cabin with
a pitched roof that neither of the Bunker children had ever seen
before. Nor was the wide brook in sight.
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