possession of the sheet of water with the mountains around it was
still in dispute.

"One thing is sartin," said the old hunter. "If ye go up thar,
ye won't have no Andrew Felps chasin' ye away---as was the case
up to Lake Cameron."

"No, but we may have the ghost chasing us," answered Giant.

"Say, maybe we had better go somewhere else," suggested Whopper,
hesitatingly.

"Whopper, are you afraid of ghosts?" demanded Snap.

"N---no, but I---er---I'd like to go somewhere where we wouldn't
be bothered by anything."

"I am going to Lake Narsac, ghosts or no ghosts!" cried the doctor's
son.

"So am I," added Snap, promptly. "If Whopper wants to stay behind---"

"Who said anything about staying behind?" demanded Whopper. "If you
go so will I, even if there are a million ghosts up there."

"I don't believe in ghosts," came from little Giant. "It's some
humbug, that's what it is."

"Maybe, maybe," answered Jed Sanborn. "But if you hear that voice
and see that yellow thing---well, I reckon your hair will stick up