Scotty was also back to near normal. To the questions from the surrounding circle of Sons of the Old Dominion they could only say that they didn't know what had happened.
"Suddenly our faces froze," Rick explained shakily. "At least mine did."
"Same here," Scotty supplemented.
"It was like the cold of ... of ... I don't know, really. It was cold, but like nothing I've ever experienced before. The shock was so great I just sort of crumpled and fell."
"Whatever made you rush right into the ghost like that?" a burly man wanted to know.
Rick shrugged. "We didn't think the ghost was real, and we wanted to see how it was produced."
"Do you believe it's real now?"
The boy shuddered. "I'm a whole lot closer to believing it," he admitted.
"At least we won't try football tactics on it again," Scotty added.
Seeing that the boys were all right, the group dispersed. In a few moments they were alone. Rick shook his head hard, to clear it. "Now where are we?" he asked.