CHAPTER VIII THE OLD MANSION
Sammy Brown and his chums looked queerly at one another. Then they glanced at Mr. Jessup. He smiled as he peered at them from under his shaggy eyebrows.
"Camp Mystery, did you say?" asked Sammy, wonderingly.
"That's what I said," was the answer. "But don't get frightened, I don't believe the mystery will hurt you."
"Is there really a mystery?" asked Sammy, eagerly. "Is there a—a ghost—or something like that?"
Mr. Jessup laughed heartily.
"No need to ask your name," he chuckled. "You're Sammy Brown? My sister told me all about you."
Sammy blushed.