"Whatever's the matter?" cried a voice, and a figure came hurrying
forward and flashed an electric torch upon the scene.
In the circle of light thus formed the girls saw nothing more alarming
than Bevis and his spaniel Fan, who was jumping up affectionately at
Merle and licking her hands. They drew long breaths and then laughed.
"They thought you were Old Nick himself and his demon dog!" vouchsafed
Clive, very brave now the alarm was over.
"What are you all doing down Tinkers' Lane so late as this?" asked Bevis.
"We came out to see spooks!"
"You won't find anything worse than Fan and myself! Better let us take
you home."
"Oh, I wish you would," said Mavis, accepting the escort with alacrity.
"I don't think I like this dark place. I'm rather scared still. I don't
wonder people see bogeys here. If you'd been riding, Bevis, I should
certainly have taken you for the headless horseman. He rides here,
doesn't he?"
"I'll tackle him for you if we meet him, never fear!" laughed Bevis.
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