“Maybe you don’t know about that ghost business either,” came from Hogan. “Very innocent, so ye are, I must say!” And he winked with his left eye in a most mysterious manner.
“See here, you are talking Greek to me!” roared Baxter. He was anxious to get away. “If you can’t explain I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Emerald, perhaps they don’t know after all,” whispered Dale, but in such a manner that the bully and his friends could hear.
“Be gorry, I hope we haven’t put our foot into it thin!” muttered the Irish cadet. He walked up to Reff Ritter. “Say, forget it!”
“Forget what?” demanded Ritter.
“All I was after telling you.”
“You’ve told me nothing yet.”
“Is that so now? Then so much the better.”
“Oh, you’re trying to fool us!” burst out Dan Baxter. “I don’t want to listen to another word,” and he turned away, and his friends followed him. Dale and Hogan waited a minute and then went back to the Hall, so that the bully and his cronies might not get too suspicious.
“We held ’em up ten minutes,” said Dale. “I hope that helped Pepper and the others out.”