Presently he started up and sprang to his feet. Was he mistaken, or had he heard something moving around outside? He listened intently, but no sound but the crackling of the fire reached his ears.
“I would be willing to bet anything I heard a strange noise,” he said to himself. “I’m going to investigate, though, before I wake up the other fellows.”
And with his blanket still around him, he stepped outside of the hut.
A second later Boxy heard a long, low moan from the other side of the creek. He looked across in the direction, and then gave a yell of alarm that brought every one of his companions to his feet with a bound.
CHAPTER XX.
WHAT COULD IT HAVE BEEN?
When the others reached the outside of the hut they found Boxy staring wildly, his eyes fairly bulging from their sockets. His face was a deadly white.
“What is it, Boxy?”
“What do you see?”
“Some wild animal, or what?”
“A ghost!” gasped Boxy. “A ghost, as sure as fate!”