"No; we want the story now," Prescott declared firmly.
So Reade told of the strange apparition they had seen, with many additions to the tale from Danny.
"I decline to shudder," asserted Dave.
"That's just because you've only heard about the face, instead of seeing it," Tom muttered.
"Dick, what do you make of the whole affair?" asked Greg.
"I only wish I could guess the answer," Prescott made answer solemnly, "but I can't."
"What are we going to do about it?" asked Tom Reade.
"Let it alone," proposed Harry Hazelton.
"No, we won't," said Dick promptly. "Not unless we have to, just because of inability to find out anything. Fellows, it's too late to try to do anything in the darkness to-night. If the man were drowned, we couldn't help him, anyway. But we'll go over there to-morrow and try to find out whether there is any other answer to the riddle."
"You won't need any supper to-night, anyway," declared Reade, in a tone of grim triumph.