“Take this one,” urged Mrs. Tremaine.
“No; it’s only fair that the first prize should go to the ladies of this party,” argued Halstead.
CHAPTER IX
THE GHOST INVITED
“DE mail man done been yere,” was the greeting of Ham, as the elated party walked up to the porch of the bungalow. The darkey held out a dozen letters to Mr. Tremaine.
That gentleman ran hastily through the letters, dropping four into one of his own pockets and passing some to the others.
“And one for you, Captain, from Tres Arbores,” added Henry Tremaine, passing over the last to the young motor boat skipper.
“A bill for something I ordered for the boat, I guess,” nodded Halstead, slipping the envelope into his pocket.
It was now within an hour of sunset. The alligator had been hauled up onto the pier, where Jeff, with Ham’s aid, would remove the hide later in the evening.