"What was the other boy called?" continued Ben.
"Called? Nothing. Yes, he was, too, he was called Link. That's it, Link, Blink, Hink! Funny name, eh?"
"Link!" cried Dave. "Can it have been Link Merwell?"
"More than likely," answered his chum. "Nat and Link travel together, and both are down on our crowd."
"Did they tell Mr. Marcy that the ghosts would be schoolboys?" asked Dave.
"No, ghosts," answered Billy, nodding his head gravely. "They told Mike an' he told me, an' we got the shotguns to scare 'em off. Mike don't want ghosts around this place."
"Here comes Mike Marcy now," whispered Ben. "Had we better get out?"
"I'll not run for him," was Dave's answer.
"Sure, an' what do you fellers want here?" demanded the big, brawny Irish-American farmer as he strode up, horsewhip in hand.