This relieved the tension a trifle. The others snickered at Biff’s predicament. Frank lit the lamp and in its glow the boys were revealed, shivering in their pajamas. Chet’s round face peeped out above a heap of blankets.
“Owoooooo!”
The dreadful sound broke out again. Chet dived beneath the blankets.
“That’s the queerest howl I ever heard,” declared Biff, rubbing his injured toe. “It certainly isn’t the wind.”
“It certainly isn’t a human being,” said Frank.
“It can’t be a dog,” volunteered Joe.
“Nor a cat.”
“Then what is it?”
“Ghosts!” bellowed Chet, from beneath the blankets. “Put out that lamp.”
Frank, however, raised the lamp on high and began to prowl about the cabin.