“Ghost?” exclaimed Gorman. “Why, confound it! Savage said something about a ghost. I woke up in the night and found him standing in the middle of the floor, holding a lighted match over his head. He was white as a sheet.”
“How about that, Savage?” demanded several of the boys, who had noted the approach of Joe.
Savage shrugged his shoulders.
“I wasn’t going to say anything about it,” he declared; “but I did see something in our room last night.”
Jim Wilson grew excited.
“What was it like?” he asked wildly, much to the amusement of some of the boys. “Was it tall and white, with long arms, and did it just seem to float along without making a sound?”
“I couldn’t see it very plainly. It stood at the foot of the bed. But it was white.”
“Did it groan just awful?”
“No; but it uttered a doleful sigh.”
“My ghost groaned. Gosh! It made my hair stand right up. Then when the thing lifted its arm I just gave a yell. It vanished quick enough. I got out of the room. Don’t know how I got out there. Don’t know how I opened the door. Perhaps it was open. I can’t say. Laugh, you fellows! I don’t care! I tell you there was something in my room!”