"Great!" was the unanimous verdict. Privately, one or two of the boys who had heard the ghost legend, were not quite as eager as they seemed to be, to traverse the mysterious passages and tomb-like dwellings of a vanished race, but they didn't say so.
"It's about three hours to sundown. We'll have to shake a leg to get up there and back," said Frank Price.
Acting on this advice, no time was lost in making a start.
"Have we all got revolvers?" asked Rob suddenly.
"Sure," responded Jeb Cotton. "I brought mine when I heard that it was a stampede we were called out on."
The others had done likewise.
"Say," put in Tubby gloomily, as they set out, "what's the good of taking guns with us?"
"Why, you never know what you'll run into in a cave," said Bill Simmons.
"Huh, I never heard of guns being any good against ghosts," chillily remarked the fat youth.
"Well, you're a nice cheerful soul, you are," burst out Rob. "Are you scared?"