Warren's ghost. Carl sprang to his feet and bolted blindly.
With a simultaneous shriek the girls followed him. Like mad
creatures they tore up the hill, across the road and into the
manse. They had left Aunt Martha sewing in the kitchen. She was
not there. They rushed to the study. It was dark and
tenantless. As with one impulse, they swung around and made for
Ingleside--but not across Rainbow Valley. Down the hill and
through the Glen street they flew on the wings of their wild
terror, Carl in the lead, Una bringing up the rear. Nobody tried
to stop them, though everybody who saw them wondered what fresh
devilment those manse youngsters were up to now. But at the gate
of Ingleside they ran into Rosemary West, who had just been in
for a moment to return some borrowed books.

She saw their ghastly faces and staring eyes. She realized that
their poor little souls were wrung with some awful and real fear,
whatever its cause. She caught Carl with one arm and Faith with
the other. Una stumbled against her and held on desperately.

"Children, dear, what has happened?" she said. "What has
frightened you?"

"Henry Warren's ghost," answered Carl, through his chattering
teeth.

"Henry--Warren's--ghost!" said amazed Rosemary, who had never
heard the story.

"Yes," sobbed Faith hysterically. "It's there--on the Bailey
dyke--we saw it--and it started to--chase us."