"Yes."
"A whisper?"
"Sure."
"What did it say?"
"'Dead and buried.'"
"Then it was not imagination, for we both heard the same thing. Now how do you explain that?"
"Somebody whispered the words."
"Where was that somebody?"
"You know just as well as I do; but those words were whispered for our ears to hear. We heard them."
"I do not believe in ghosts any more than you do, Merriwell, but I will admit that there was a mighty queer feeling came over me as we stood there near that grave."