“You’re right I do. He is up to old man Nickerson’s woods.”
“There now. We always allowed that he had gone up there. Has he got onto the trail of any money?”
“He has, but that’s all the good it will do him. Peleg has been up there with him.”
Jonas simply nodded his head as if to say that he knew as much long ago. He learned it when he went to Mr. Graves’ house to inquire about Nat.
“But it won’t do him any good, getting on the trail of that money won’t,” continued Mr. Graves. “There are ghosts up in those woods.”
“Ghosts!” exclaimed Jonas and Caleb in a breath. They looked hard at Mr. Graves and then they looked at Peleg. The boy simply nodded to show that his father was right.
“Did you see any of them?” asked Caleb, who was in a fair way of being frightened.
“Naw; I didn’t see any of them nor hear them, I didn’t stay long enough for that I took my foot in my hand and came home.”
“Peleg has & long story to tell, and I thought you would rather hear it from him than anybody else, so I brought him along.”
As this was the introduction to Peleg’s story those who were standing up found places to sit down, and waited impatiently for him to begin.