The man chuckled. “All a poor old invalid would know about such like he hears,” the man replied. “I ain’t never seen the thing, but I heard plenty. Raises old Ned in the hills here, and has been at it for years.”
“If we get a chance we are going to nail him good,” Don promised.
“Good idea,” Mr. Vancouver approved. “Blasted business has been driving people off the Ridge for years. Wouldn’t be surprised if the fellow drove you cadets home.”
“Drive us out of camp!” ejaculated Vench, stirring.
“He might!” the old man said.
“He’ll have to go some to do that,” snorted Terry. “He’ll be lucky if we don’t steal his best nightgown right off him!”
“Getting late, fellows,” warned Don. “We had better be getting back. Thanks a lot for your good drink of water, Mr. Vancouver, and we’ve enjoyed being with you.”
“Enjoyed being able to talk to you boys,” he returned heartily. “Come up again some time.”
“We’ll be glad to,” promised the boys, as they started off. Mr. Vancouver called a final word after them.
“You had better keep your eyes open for that cussed ghost! No tellin’ when he’ll pop up and scare the life out of you!”