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Nevertheless, this opinion did not deter him from climbing a tree where three bodies lay side by side in a curious fashion; but I had no more interest in 'dead-trees, and fidgeted. Nimrod had wandered off some distance and was watching a gopher hole-up for the night. The place in the fading light was spooky, but it was of live Indians, not dead ones, that I was thinking.
"I always used to feel spooky when I was riding through here," Marian said, dropping back so that they rode side by side, stirrups touching. "I was ten when I first made the trip. It was to get away from Indians. They wouldn't come into these places. Eddie and I found the way through. We were afraid they were after us, and so we kept going, and our horses brought us out. Eddie is my brother."
They could only stand and stare at each other. Some one had evidently taken their coats away in the night. "It's Gerrman efficiency, that's what it is," said Archer. "Why didn't they take us, too?" Tom asked. "They'll be along forr us pretty soon," Archer reassured him. "They'rre superrmen that's what they arre. Maybe it's some kind of strategy, hey? They can do spooky things, those Huns.
"Oh, I suppose so," said Billie, adding as a shadow crossed her face: "The folks think I'm awful, all 'cept Chet, and I suppose I am but I'd give the whole place, tunnels, spooky hallways, ghostly attic, and everything for just a few little hundred dollar bills."
I always was afraid of them; when I was a kid and Mother used to send me with messages to that beastly spooky house they live in. I used to think it was poor old Grandpapa's ghost I funked. But I know now it wasn't. It was those four terrible women. They're ghosts. I thought you were afraid of ghosts." "I'm much more afraid of you, when you're cruel.
"But that just describes it," went on Ned, looking up and around. "It was just as if you were in some dark room, and some one waved a wet velvet cloak over your head spooky like! It didn't make a sound, but there was a smell as if a den of some wild beast was near here.
"Neither, I reckon, Steve. I think it was only the wind rising, and making a moaning sound among some treetops. I've heard it call out in a way to make you think some poor fellow had been caught under a falling tree, and was being slowly crushed to death. Yes, there it goes again, you notice." "But doesn't it sound spooky, though?" ventured Steve, looking hastily over his right shoulder for luck.
For a quarter of a century he had been a true and tried member of Mount Olivet Church, but of late he had been much wrought upon by the holiness agitation. "Spooky" Crane was there. Crane was a harmless half-wit who lived alone in a shanty at the back of Deacon Gramps' field.
She has condemned me to wear ordinary lisle hereafter, and just look at that stock!" "Only dry dust, it will brush off," soothed Jane. "But I say, girls, how about beds!" "Beds!" shrieked a chorus. "Not a bed!" spoke Nellie Saunders for her entire class. "We wouldn't mind cuddling up here on blankets and cushions, but I for one shall not mount those spooky stairs, this night."
"Indeed I am; it used to give me goose-flesh when I first heard it, ever so long ago. It's a dreadfully shivery sound." The man smiled, as if he thought this a pretty fair description. "It is rather spooky," he admitted, "but I love it as a typical sound of the wilderness.
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