“Y-y-yes, Mas’r Bart, in d-d-d-d-e hole ob de ship. It’s a haunted ship—an—full ob hobgobblums.”
“Pooh!” said Bart, with a sigh of relief; “is that all? Some nightmare or other. Never mind, old Solomon; it’s all right; we’ll go and lay the ghosts. You come and show me the place.”
“Darsn’t,” gasped Solomon.
“If you’ll come with us, you know; we’ll all go.”
“D-d-d-arsn’t,” said Solomon again.
“Well, we’ll go, and T think it’ll be better for you to come with us than to stay here alone,” said Bart. “Come along, boys; let’s find out what it is. Perhaps something’s the matter.”
With these words he went out.
The other boys followed.
Solomon gave one wild glance around, and then, finding himself forsaken, and dreading the loneliness, he hurried after the others.