“He is certainly a queer stick,” was Pepper’s comment. “I venture to say he’ll have a queer story to tell.”
“Well, we’ll have a queer one to tell too,” replied Andy. “Wonder what he was going to do with that rope?”
“That remains to be found out. Maybe he was going to make the ghost a prisoner.”
“Perhaps.”
“I think we ought to keep our adventure a secret,” went on The Imp. “Maybe some day we’ll be able to solve this secret of the old mill.”
“Well, I am willing to keep it a secret for the present. But we want to find out what the others have to say first.”
The boys walked through the woods and on coming out on a regular road saw the hounds in a crowd, evidently hunting for the paper scent.
“There they are!” cried Dale, on seeing them. He ran up, followed by the others. “Where in the world did you go to?” he questioned.
“Went into the water,” answered Andy, pointing to his uniform. “Got a free bath.”
“Well, I never!” burst out another cadet. “No wonder we missed you!”