“Vos der ghost gone alretty yet?” asked Hans, his teeth chattering.
“There was no ghost,” assured Frank.
“Don’d you toldt me so!” palpitated the frightened fellow. “Der ghost seen me mit my own eyes! Yah!”
“Nonsense,” said Merriwell. “I tell you there was no ghost.”
“Vot vos id dot seen me all in vite?” demanded Hans.
“That was either Bart or myself. If you’re going to kick up such a disturbance you’ll have to sleep somewhere else.”
It proved no simple matter to convince the Dutchman that he had not seen a ghost. The boys ridiculed him until he relapsed into sulky silence, and finally all went back to bed.
“What was it, Merry?” asked Bart, when they were once more in bed. “Wasn’t there some person in this room?”
“Sh!” cautioned Frank. “Don’t let Hans hear you. Some one was here.”
“I thought so. What happened?”