"And hear old Danny being quiet!" finished the teasing scamp.
"You bet you, and he'd better be quiet—" began Roger.
But Whitman interrupted:
"Danny's afraid of ghosts, anyway," he declared, "I tried to leave him in the graveyard once, but he was home in his mama's lap before I started running."
"I'm not any more afraid of ghosts than you are," Danny protested hotly.
"Oh, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not!"
"All right, then," the big boy taunted; "I've been to the haunted tree by myself at night—these fellows all know I have—now suppose you go."
"Sure, tenderfoot," put in young Rowell; "here's a perfectly good chance to show your nerve."
"He hasn't any," sneered Alex Batré.