“I did see it, sir. It was all white, and it was going to kill me!” And the sneak clung tighter than ever.
“This is some trick.” The captain slipped into his clothes, and turned up a lantern hanging on a tent post. “I’ll investigate. Come along.”
“Oh, I—I’m afraid!” whined Mumps.
“You need not be, Fenwick. I’ll protect you. Come along. There are no such things as ghosts.”
It was fully five minutes before Captain Putnam could get the sneak to accompany him to the spot where the latter had been doing guard duty. In the meantime the whole camp had been aroused, and Pepper and Andy had folded up the sheet and put it away, along with the cap and the cord.
“You can see for yourself that there is nothing here, Fenwick,” said the captain, gazing around.
“But I saw it, Captain Putnam. A tall white figure, right there.”
“You must have been dreaming.”
“No, sir, I saw it, I am certain.”
“Well, where is it now?”