Then there was a little pause, and all at once he turned his skeleton around so it faced the boss.
“Hey,” says the man, “who be you? You can’t fool me with your tricks. Who be you?” But his voice sounded kind of wobbly. “You better come out where I kin see you.”
“Walk the plank.... Walk the plank....” says Catty.
Anyhow this man wasn’t any coward. He was scairt, there was no doubt about it, but he didn’t run.
“Hey, men,” he yelled. “Six of you come here. There’s somethin’ foolin’ around out here. Git a move on.”
“Now’s our chance,” says Catty.
“It looks as if now wasn’t,” says I. “They’ll catch us.”
“Don’t you believe it,” says he.
I guess they figured there was safety in numbers, for a bunch of men came over together, and we gave them a groan and a peek at the skeleton.
“Over the wire and catch it,” says the boss. “Everybody over. I’m with you. Nothin’s goin’ to hurt you. Ten dollars to the man that ketches it.”