Guided through the blackness more by guesswork than by sight, over the edge of the bluff he plunged, and fell, rather than ran, to the cave and the arms of Hal.
Hal had heard him coming, and received him with concern.
“What’s the matter, what’s the matter?” he demanded.
“There—there’s something white and funny in one of the mounds!” panted Ned. “When it saw me coming it made a noise at me—a regular ghost-noise—and—and I lit out.”
“Aw, shucks!” scoffed Hal.
“Well, you go up with me, and I’ll show you,” declared Ned, indignant. “Those mounds are graves, you know.”
Up he went, again, Hal readily accompanying.
“Listen!” whispered Ned, clutching him by the coat sleeve, when they had reached the top.
Those same dreadful sounds were being borne to them, amid the wailing of the night wind.