ilts upon which the daring Jane McCarthy had walked. The long arms had
been sticks on which sheets had been draped. The arms had dropped when
Jane took her mighty fall and now lay on the ground on the other side of
the campfire.

"Are you hurt?" begged Harriet anxiously.

"Oh, my darlin'! I'm killed entirely."

"Wait till I take off your stilts. You will be all right as soon as you
get to your feet."

"Tommy has laid the ghost," cried a girl who had last run away. At this
the others came hesitatingly back. Mrs. Livingston half laughing, half
crying was assisting Jane to her feet. Jane's face wore a sheepish grin as
she shrugged her shoulders to make sure that they had not been dislocated.
Harriet had thrown off her mask. Her white robe was blackened from the
smoke and the fire from which she had rescued the singed banshee, and
Margery upon returning to the scene was complaining that she had bursted
half the buttons off her waist.

"There is your ghost, young ladies," smiled Mrs. Livingston. "Let it be a
lesson to you to never forget your self-possession, never to be carried
away by your impulses. Always use reason."

"Yeth. That ith what I did," declared Tommy.

"Why didn't you run?" asked Miss Partridge, who had remained near the
scene, but at what she considered a safe distance from the apparition.

"I thaw a lock of Crathy Jane'th hair thlipping out from behind her mathk.
The minute I thaw that hair I knew it. Then when I got behind her I thaw
the thtiltth. You thee the light wath on the other thide. I could thee
right through her drapery."

Now that the banshee had been "laid" the frightened girls could afford to
laugh and they did.

Mrs. Livingston spoke again.

"Miss Burrell has fairly won an honor. Some of you observed her presence
of mind when she rolled Miss McCarthy on the ground to put out the fire in
the latter's clothing, thus possibly saving that young woman's life. For
this you are awarded five red beads, Miss Burrell, for fire is red and
fire is the enemy that you overcame."

"Do I get a bead for laying the ghotht?" interrupted Grace.

"Yes, you do," answered the Chief Guardian with a smile. "Miss McCarthy
also shall have two beads, one for making the finest molasses candy we
have ever eaten, the second for providing the most unusual amusement ever
known at Camp Wau-Wau. And now we will go to our quarters. It has been a
most entertaining evening, even if it did cause some of us apprehensio