“That is quite possible,” interposed Ned, quickly, “and although we didn’t actually catch sight of a person or anything that looked like one, we saw enough to make us sure that there’s something mighty queer going on out there. We’ve got to find out what it is, but until we do solve the mystery, let’s not say much about it—especially to Wat or Jim.”
“You talk about solving the mystery,” began Tommy, doubtfully. “Have you got any idea, Ned?”
“No, I haven’t,” admitted Ned, “but I’d like to investigate that old wood-road. We might stumble onto something.”
“How about it, Dave? Will you run us out there?” asked Rogers, who was eager to begin the proposed search.
“Sure thing,” grinned Wilbur. “I’d like nothing better than to get a look at some of this ghost stuff with my own eyes.”
CHAPTER XV
WEARY CEASES TO SCOFF
Hardly an hour had elapsed since its previous trip when the patient flivver was again coughing its way up the drive to the Coleson house. Neither Wat Sanford nor Jim Tapley had been asked to join in the exploration of the old road, because, as Dave Wilbur expressed it, Wat and Jim were jumpy enough already.
“Let’s scout around a little before we tackle the road,” suggested Ned. “Red and Fatty can have another look out there between the end of the house and the woods while Dick and I go over the ground down toward the beach. Do you want to come with us, Weary?”
“Nope. ‘Too many cooks spoil the broth,’” drawled Dave. “I’ll stick around and make sure this humpbacked spook doesn’t carry off the flivver,” he added with a grin, as he lolled back comfortably and allowed his long legs to dangle over the side of the car.
Charlie Rogers glared angrily at the scoffer. “Here’s hoping he carries it off—and you with it!” he growled.