“What sort of ghost business was it, anyway?” questioned Rattleton. “It seemed to be a skeleton horse and a skeleton rider, and it disappeared in a twinkling. I will admit this skeleton business is beginning to work on my nerves.”
“It is rather creepish,” laughed Frank; “but I do not think it is very dangerous.”
“All the same, you do not attempt to explain the mystery.”
“Not now.”
“Not now? Can you later?”
“Perhaps so.”
“It is plain he knows no more about it than the rest of us,” said Diamond. “As for me, I am getting sick of seeking vanishing lakes and vanishing skeletons. If I get out of this part of the country alive, you’ll never catch me here again.”
“Meh, too!” exclaimed Toots.
“Well, I don’t know as any of us will care to revisit it,” laughed Frank. “Anyway, we have been very lucky in escaping from those Indians. That you can’t deny.”
“You fooled them easily,” said Rattleton.