The little French girl, Petite Jeanne,sprang noiselessly through the cabin door.Then, as if to keep someone out, closed thedoor and propped herself against it. “Theysaw me!” she repeated in a whisper. “Andthey—I believe they thought me a ghost. I’msure it was so. I heard one of them, he said‘ghost.’ I heard him!” Jeanne clasped andunclasped her slender fingers.