“Fine night, if anyone likes it,” grinned Vench, as he took off his wet raincoat. “We didn’t have anything else to do so we came over.”
“Glad to have you,” smiled Don. “It looks like a particularly dull evening. I’ll bet we’ll harp on the one subject, though.”
“On the glories of the Ghost Patrol, eh?” laughed Jordan.
“How did you guess?” Don retorted.
“This is something new,” Douglas said. “Early in the year the Mercers, Terry and I were on the beach patrol, but this is the first time I ever heard of a Ghost Patrol.”
“All I hope is that we get some results out of this new organization,” Terry said.
They talked of the task ahead of them for some time. Suddenly Jim held up his hand, signaling for silence.
“Did you fellows hear anything?” he asked.
No one had. “What was it like?” Jordan asked.
“I thought I heard someone close to the back of the tent,” said Jim, slipping on his raincoat. “Wait’ll I take a look.”