"Oh, do you? Then which way were you thinkin' of goin' home?"
Peter glanced around, pointed vaguely, and Beth Cameron laughed.
"I guess you'd land in Egg Harbor, or thereabouts."
Her laugh was infectious and Peter at last echoed it.
"You's better be goin' along with us. Shad asked me to come and get you, didn't you, Shad?"
Peter glanced at the woodsman's black scowl and grinned, recalling his desertion and precipitate disappearance into the bushes.
"I'm sure I'm very much obliged to you both," said Peter diplomatically. "But I think I can find my way in."
"Not if you start for Hammonton or Absecon, you can't. I've known people to spend the night in the woods a quarter of a mile from home."
"I shouldn't mind that."
"But Shad would. He'd feel a great responsibility if you didn't turn up for the ghost-hunt. Wouldn't you, Shad?"