Terry followed with eyes eagerly alert; the gruesome possibilities of the place appealed to him.

He pushed through the briars that surrounded the first cabin and came out on the slope behind, where he stood gazing down delightedly at the dark waters of the fourth pool.
"My word! This is great.

We'll run a half-page picture and call it the 'Haunted Tarn.' Didn't know such places really existed--thought writers made 'em up.

Come on," he called, plunging back to the laurel walk, "we must catch our ghost; I don't want this scenery to go to waste." We commenced at the first cabin and went down the row thoroughly and systematically.

At Terry's insistence one of the stable men brought a ladder and we climbed into every loft, finding nothing but spiders and dust.