"We can't decide which until we learn how it turns out, can we?" she laughed. "No," he replied seriously, "it will depend upon that." "Then," she said, "we need n't worry until the end. I have a feeling, grown strong now that we are here, that we shall need the extra time. I think we shall find him." "That result alone will excuse my carelessness." She appeared a bit worried over a new thought. "I forgot. This will delay you further on your vacation." "No. Nothing can do that," he interrupted her. "Every day, every hour I live is my vacation." "That," she said, "is a fine way to take life." He looked startled, but hastened to find a vehicle to carry them the three miles which lay between the station and the bungalow. He found an old white horse attached to the dusty skeleton of a depot wagon waiting for chance passengers. They clambered into this and were soon jogging at an easy pace over the fragrant bordered road which wandered with apparent aimlessness between the green fields. The driver turned half way in his seat with easy familiarity as they started up the first long hill. "Ben't ye afeered to go inter th' house?" he inquired. "Afraid of what?" demanded Donaldson. "Spooks." "They don't come out in the daytime, do they?" "I dunno. But they do say as how th' house is ha'nted these times." "How did that story start?" "Some allows they has seen queer lights there at night. An' there 's been shadders seen among the trees." The girl leaned forward excitedly. "Old wives' tales," Donaldson reassured her in an undertone. "This has been lately?" he inquired of the driver. "Off an' on in th' last few weeks." Donaldson turned to the girl whose features had grown fixed again in that same old gloom of haunting fear. "They circulate such yarns as those about every closed house," he said. "Those lights and shadows are n't made by ghosts," she whispered. "Then--that's so," he answered with sudden understanding. "It's the boy himself!" At the barred lane which swept in a curve out of sight from the road he dismissed the driver. Even if they were successful in their quest, it would probably be necessary to straighten out Arsdale before allowing him to be seen. But as an afterthought he turned back and ordered the man to call here for them in time to make the afternoon train.