`` It 's -- too -- big -- for the calf , '' whispered Faith . Her mouth and lips were so dry she could hardly articulate the words . Suddenly Carl gasped , `` It 's coming here . '' The girls gave one last agonized glance . Yes , it was creeping down over the dyke , as no calf ever did or could creep . Reason fled before sudden , over-mastering panic . For the moment every one of the trio was firmly convinced that what they saw was Henry Warren 's ghost . Carl sprang to his feet and bolted blindly . With a simultaneous shriek the girls followed him . Like mad creatures they tore up the hill , across the road and into the manse . They had left Aunt Martha sewing in the kitchen . She was not there . They rushed to the study . It was dark and tenantless . As with one impulse , they swung around and made for Ingleside -- but not across Rainbow Valley . Down the hill and through the Glen street they flew on the wings of their wild terror , Carl in the lead , Una bringing up the rear . Nobody tried to stop them , though everybody who saw them wondered what fresh devilment those manse youngsters were up to now . But at the gate of Ingleside they ran into Rosemary West , who had just been in for a moment to return some borrowed books . She saw their ghastly faces and staring eyes . She realized that their poor little souls were wrung with some awful and real fear , whatever its cause .
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