“I know,” said Betty soberly. “It really is getting on our nerves too much. Amy and Grace are feeling it even worse than we are.” “Yes,” agreed Mollie grumpily. “Last night was the third night in succession that Amy got us all out of bed to listen to some fool noise outside. I’m just about sick of it.” The other three came then and they had no further chance for conversation. As a matter of fact, they talked surprisingly little on the walk to the river. High above them a wonderful full moon sent its silvery light filtering down through leaves and branches, making of the woods a fairyland. Somehow, the very beauty of it filled the girls with a strange dread. To them the patches of moonlight were weird, unreal, the shadowy woods held a sinister menace. By the time they had reached the river’s edge they were almost ready to turn and run, But they conquered the impulse and pressed on. Then suddenly they saw what they had hoped, yet dreaded, to see. On the opposite bank, staring down into the rapids with a terrible intentness, stood a man, or something that resembled a man. In one awful, breath-taking minute they realized that here at last was the “Thing.” As they watched, the hunched-up crouching figure on the opposite bank made a lumbering movement forward as though about to throw itself into the water at the foot of the falls. “Oh!” screamed Betty, the words wrenched from her dry throat. “Don’t do that! You mustn’t do that! Go back! For goodness’ sake, go back!” With a hoarse cry that answered her own, the “Thing” flung back from the water’s edge and disappeared into the darkness! CHAPTER XVIII. SURPRISED The Outdoor Girls could hardly have told how they got back to the lodge after that, Blindly they stumbled through the underbrush, expecting they knew not what horrible thing, thankful for the moonlight that made it possible for them to hurry. They did reach home somehow and there they sat until late into the night, trying to find some explanation for the thing they had seen, striving to think up some plan for hunting it down until finally Mrs. Irving sent them to bed. That did not do very much good, for they lay awake and talked until the first rays of sunlight crept into the windows. Then they said goodnight and sank into a sleep of exhaustion. For three days after the episode the girls never went far from the house on foot. They would take the cars and spin down the open road, but a sort of horror of the supernatural kept them from venturing into the woods again. But when the fourth day dawned the fright of their moonlight experience had begun to wear off and they were beginning to feel ashamed of their fear. Having a little of this in her mind, Mollie gave voice to it at the breakfast table.