"You just wait and see how happy I'll make you for this." He was about to kiss her rapturously, but the act was stayed by the sound of a shrill whistle, thrice given. "There's Jim Carpenter and Derby," he exclaimed, and whistled in response. A moment later Derby strolled up from the grove, followed by the chattering Mr. Van Truder.
"That you, Joe?"
"Hello, Darb. Good! Where's Jim?"
Some one whistled sharply off to the left, and then Jim Carpenter came hurrying up, the head-waiter close behind.
"Hello, Joe. Say, has either of you been coughing?" demanded Carpenter, his hair ready to stand on end.
"I should say not," said Joe. "I've scarcely been breathing."
"Then some ghost is having a hemorrhage," said the head-waiter, dismally.
"Hello, Mr. Dauntless, are you a witness too?"
"Say, Joe," said his cousin, quickly, "there's something strange going on. The whole place is full of people. I went back there to open a window and at least two men coughed—one of 'em sneezed. We're being watched. This man says he heard a woman back there, and I saw a funny kind of light in the graveyard."
"Hang 'em!" growled Joe. "We can't stop now. Open up the church, Jim."