.

"What are you going to do with me now?" he asked peevishly, "I want to
go to sleep. Can't you let me be?"

"Ssh! Don't talk! We've come to take you home. This is Judge
Breckenridge."

The professor recognized his voice and breathed a sigh of relief. He
rose unsteadily and did not speak again until they were a long way up
the trail.

Then he suddenly got weak and felt as if he were going to faint.

"Don't worry, I get this way sometimes. I have some medicine over at
the tent."

As it was only a short distance to the claim, the Judge decided to get
him there as quickly as possible.

The professor was like a child in his eagerness to stay at the camp,
and finally toward morning the Judge left him there in charge of the
boys and Seedy Saunders.

And when Kie Wicks, deciding that he would have a look at the tunnel
which he had left in charge of the two ruffians, climbed the trail to
the summit the next morning about dawn, the first person he saw was the
old professor, smoking his pipe and gazing far off over the hills with
a smile of happiness on his face.

Kie wheeled his horse as if he had been shot at and raced madly away.
He was muttering excitedly:

"The mountains are bewitched! That ghost has spirited the old man out
of the hut and back to the tunnel."

When his horse finally stopped before the store in Saugus, he was
covered with foam and the man who bestrode him was trembling in every
limb.

Yet he said nothing to Maude. What was the use? She would only worry
and fret, and besides he had always made light of ghosts and said he
didn't believe in them.

"But seein' is believin'," he said to himself as he dismounted. "I'm
outdone by a ghost."

And Bet, as she put away the Indian costume the next morning, hugged it
to her as if it had been responsible for the whole affair. "Whatever
made you think of it, Bet?" asked Enid.

"Thoughts like that just come to her. It's what you might call
inspiration, or intuition," laughed Shirley.

"Why give it such a big name," returned Bet. "I simply had a hunch,
and it worked out."

"Just like that!" exclaimed Joy, as she tried to dance on the lame
foot, snapping her fingers in time to the step.

"What's the next thing on the program, Bet?" asked Bob Evans. "Have
you a bulletin board with the adventures scheduled?"

"I wish you'd stop teasing me. It isn't my fault if I'm always getting
into the middle of a problem."

"Whose is it, Bet?" lau