"Scrate Gott, this is enough to turn a man's hair white!" Rattleton sputtered.
"Did you think we were just jollying you about this?" Bart sharply asked.
"No, but——"
"You're likely to see the thing, as well as hear it," Hodge asserted.
The landlord, who had not retired, though making a pretense of so doing, tumbled down in much excitement, in response to Rattleton's summons.
"Did you see it, boys?" he gasped.
His face was white, and he was trembling. All the assumed bravery had gone out of him.
"Only heard it walking there in the hall," Frank answered.
The landlord gave a jump. He had forgotten that he was standing by the corridor door.
"Oh, you can't see anything!" Frank reminded. "That's the trouble. We can hear the thing walking, but we can't see anything. Close the door, and we may be able to hear it again."