“Did you ever see it?” asked Ned.
“Did I ever see it, boss? Couse I done see it. Only t’other night it near skeered me to deff.”
“How long has it been there?” asked Bob.
“’Bout a week I reckon,” replied the negro. “Ever since Rastus Johnson moved away from th’ cabin.”
“I guess we’ll take a chance with the ghost for the sake of spending a night under shelter,” said Jerry. “Meanwhile we can get supper here.”
And a fine supper they had. Mrs. Jones, wife of the colored man, proved an excellent cook. She fried some chicken, made some corn bread, and that, with preserves and some good coffee, made up a meal which the travelers voted one of the finest they had eaten in many months.
“Can we get breakfast here, also?” asked Jerry when supper was finished.
“If yo’ am alive,” replied Jones solemnly.
“If we’re alive? What do you mean?”
“Well I reckon ef yo’ sleeps in that hanted cabin, there won’t be any of yo’ left t’ want a meal in th’ mo’nin’,” explained Jones. “It’s takin’ yo’uns’ lives in yo’ hands t’ go nigh it suah yo’ is boahn!”