want for my boat," and she pointed to a little brass lantern. "It will
be just fine for going up on deck with," she proceeded. "Of course the
electric lights, run by the storage battery, are all right, but we
need a lantern like that. How much is it, Mr. Lagg?."

"That lantern to you
Will cost-- just two!"

"I'll take it," said Betty, promptly.

"Dollars-- not cents," said the storekeeper, quickly. "I couldn't make
a dollar rhyme in there, somehow or other," he added.

"You might say," spoke Will, "''Twill cost you two dollar, but don't
make a holler.'"

"That isn't my style. My poetry is always correct," said Mr. Lagg,
somewhat stiffly.

The lantern was wrapped up and the young people got ready to go down
to the boat.

"Say, Mr. Lagg," asked Will, lingering a bit behind the others, "just
how much is there in this ghost story, anyhow?"

"Just what I told you," was the answer. "There is something queer on
that island."

"Then the girls will find out what it is!" declared Will, with
conviction. "If they could find the man who lost the five hundred