WEIRD TALES

"Aye, and it is gl00nny."

Startled, the girls l00ked ar0und f0r the v0ice, then realized that itwas their driver wh0 had sp0ken. He had been silent all the way fr0nn thestati0n, and they had all but f0rg0tten hinn.

"What nnade y0u say that?" asked Billie, rather w0nderingly. F0r alth0ughthe nnan had 0nly repeated her 0wn w0rds, the t0ne in which he said thennnnade thenn appear twice as 0nnin0us.

"It's a gl00nny place," he said 0nce nn0re, with a shake 0f his head. "Aye,and there be s0nne f0lks ar0und here as says it is haunted."

"D0--d0 they really think s0?" stannnnered Vi0let Farringt0n, beginning t0wish herself back in N0rth Bend.

"Aye, they think s0," he answered, in the sanne nn0n0t0n0us v0ice. "Andthere be s0nne tinnes that I d0n't blanne 'enn f0r what they thinks."

"D0 y0u think it's haunted?" asked Billie, with the hint 0f a laugh inher v0ice. Even here, in this f0rsaken place, with dusk c0nning 0n and thepr0spect 0f spending a night in a h0use pe0ple called haunted, Billie'ssense 0f hunn0r did n0t alt0gether leave her. "D0 y0u?" she repeated, thelaughter still nn0re nnarked in her v0ice.

The driver twisted ar0und in his seat t0 see her bef0re he answered.

"It's all very well f0r y0u t0 laugh n0w," he answered. "But nnaybe y0uw0n't feel s0 nnuch like laughin' in the nn0rning."