“It’s a spook, and no mistake,” Kenton said, with a shake of the head.
“Well, it does look like it, don’t it?” Boone rejoined, sagely.
“Yes. Why, they wouldn’t believe this if we were to tell it in the station.”
“That’s truth; but seein’ is believin’, you know.”
“I think we may as well be going,” said Kenton, with a nervous shiver, and a stealthy look around, as though he expected to see a demon form in every bush.
“And not wait for Lark?”
“What’s the use? It will be morning soon. Ten to one he has missed us and taken the back track to the station.”
“Yes, that is likely. Let’s be going, then,” coincided Boone.
The two, carefully emerging from their covert in the bushes, crossed the little glade and passed in front of the hollow oak.