“That’s where I’m headed for!” declared Jimmie. “Any old time you show me a mystery you’ll see me on the job!”
“There’s a mystery there, all right!” Glenn insisted. “The temple stands on a winding arm of the lake, and is entirely surrounded by broken country. So difficult is it of access that for years no one attempted to visit it. Then, a few years ago, a party of Englishmen made their way to the ruins and found themselves in an atmosphere of mystery almost resembling magic.”
“What did they see?” asked Ben.
“I don’t remember exactly what they all saw,” Glenn answered. “Their stories do not agree! Some saw figures in white—the long flowing robes of priests—some saw strange lights suspended in the air; some heard the most mournful and terrifying sounds.”
“And these Englishmen were supposed to be people of average intelligence?” asked Ben.
“There were scientists in the party!” was the reply.
“There is no such word as ghost in the dictionary of the scientist!” laughed Carl.
“Following the stories told by the visitors,” Glenn went on, “a number of people visited the vicinity of the temple, and all came away with tales more vivid and more imaginative than those of the scientists. For two years now the place has been left entirely alone.”
“We might go there and camp!” suggested Carl.
“I move we take a look at it!” Jimmie cut in. “We can fly down on the roof and get away before the goblins get us.”