the entire sky it was imbued with an atmosphere of gloom and terror.
"Come on!" said Frank. "Now that we're here we may as well go through the place."
"Haven't seem any ghosts yet," laughed Chet, with an effort at being light-hearted. But in spite of himself, his tone seemed forced.
They left the motorcycles beneath a tree and advanced toward the old stone building. The front door was almost off its hinges, and it swung creakingly open at Frank's touch.
Frank stepped boldly into the hallway. The interior of the house was veiled in gloom, for the rear windows were boarded up, but the lads could see that everything was deep in dust. A staircase was before them, leading to the upper stories of the building. To the left, was a closed door.
"This must be the parlor," said Frank, as he flung the door open.
The room was empty. A stone fireplace was at one side, and as the boys came into the room a rat scuttled out of the fireplace and raced across the floor, disappearing through a hole in the wall. The sound made every one jump, for the boys' nerves were at a tension on account of the forbidding atmosphere.
"Just a rat!" said Frank.
His voice had the effect of calming the others.
They stood hesitantly in the middle of the
