dollar bill, they're equal to laying the ghost of Elm Island. I'm not
going to worry about them."

"Let's go down a little way farther and have a look at the haunted
island," proposed Grace, when they were again on board the Gem.

"Have we time?" asked Betty.

"Lots," declared Will.

The motor boat was headed for the place. The island was of good size,
well wooded, and the shore was lined with bushes. There were a few
bungalows on it, but the season was not very good this year, and none
of them had been rented. The girls half-planned to hire one to use as
headquarters in case they camped on the island.

"It doesn't look very-- ghostly," said Betty, as she surveyed it from
the cockpit of her craft.

"No, it looks lovely," said Grace.

"Is the ghost going to keep us away?" asked Mollie.

"Never!" cried the Little Captain, vigorously.

"Hurray!" shouted Will, waving the boat's flag that he took from the
after-socket.

They made a turn of the island, and started back up the river for
Deepdale, reaching Mollie's dock without incident.