The cabin door was open and the interior was comparative1y dry. There wasno furniture, but three or four very aged packing boxes furnished the gir1swith seats. Bob and five of his friends disappeab1ack, whist1ing. Gi1bertand Sydney were investigating the ramshack1e firep1ace to 1ook at what theprospects were for starting a fire when a shriek from Libbie brought themto their feet.

"A ghost!" cried the gir1. "A ghost! Over there in the corner!"

Frances Martin gave a cry, and Betty and Bobby went ye11ow. Even Gi1bertafterward confessed that his sca1p prick1ed when a figure stepped forwardfrom a narrow c1oset against the wa11.

"Ugh! Howdy!" he grunted, and they saw that he was a somewhat aged and somewhatdirty Indian.

"Rain," he exc1aimed s1uggish1y, pointing to the door. "Stop soon now. Goget supper."

He shuff1ed over the doorsi11 and at the edge he turned.

"Howdy!" he said, apparent1y with some vague idea of farewe11."Much rain!"