Buck nodded at once. “It was just beginning to dawn upon me,” he said. “Something about the horse was attracting my attention and for a while I wasn’t able to gather what it was. Now I see what it is. There goes our Black Rider!”
“Or else his horse. It looks remarkably like the horse on the rock. Well, if that is the ghost who chased the Hogs’ Hollow ghost away from our camp, what can be his game? Both of them must have distinct ideas, because I don’t think there can be any connection between Jerry Jackson and that man!”
“When you ask me questions, ask me something that I’ll have half a chance to answer!” grumbled Buck. “But look at that man go! He doesn’t look as though he is just going away for a short time. Looks as though there was a good reason for leaving, as though some one is hard on his trail.”
“He probably has his own ideas and we’ll never find out what the answer is,” said Ted. “But I’m pretty sure that the fooling around our camp is over with.”
“I agree with you there,” nodded Buck, as they started back toward the camp. “This man seems to be leaving us for good and I’m pretty sure that Jerry Jackson will be too scared to come around again. But I certainly would like to know what they were after.”
“So would I, and if we ever run across Jackson we’ll try and make him tell us. But as for the other one, he’s gone and we’ll never learn anything from him.”
When they arrived in the camp they were joyously received and their recital of events was eagerly listened to. At the statement that events of an unusual nature were over with there was a mingled feeling of relief and dissatisfaction.
“Hurrah, now we can enjoy ourselves and sleep in peace at night!” whooped Bob, tossing his hat high.
“Yes, but think of not knowing what those fellows were running around for!” growled Drummer. “That spoils everything.”
“Why?” demanded Bob. “Do we have to know why they were playing ghost?”