Kenneth arranged it so that the hose attached to the private waterworks of Springbrook Farm was run in at the window of the Dutch boy’s room, and a full head of pressure kept on. He showed Hans how to turn the stopcock and let the water fly at the spook.
Just before the party was ready to retire Frank came upon Gallup and Dunnerwust, who were talking together and laughing in an odd manner.
“Here!” exclaimed Merry, “what are you fellows chuckling over?”
He was afraid the Dutch boy had told Ephraim about the manner in which he expected to vanquish the ghost.
“Haw! haw! haw!” laughed Ephraim. “I was jest tellin’ him I’d eat the gol darn ghost if he’d ketch it.”
“Yaw!” chuckled Hans; “und I toldt him I peen retty to pet zwi tollars der ghost vould ketch it. He don’d know vot I mean py dot, un don’d you toldt him nottings.”
Frank hastened to get the two boys apart, and remained with Hans till the latter was ready to go to bed.
“You don’d pelief dere peen any ghost, did you, Vrankie?” asked the Dutch lad, sleepily.
“Of course not,” assured Frank. “That’s a guy yarn St. Ives gave you. There’s nothing in it.”
“Vale, I peen so sleeby I can’d kept meinseluf avake no longer. Good-nighd, poys. I vas goin’ to ped.”