“White Flower,” Jack whispered.
“White Flower your eye,” Bob mocked. “I’ll bet a thirty-eight would make short work of that ghost.”
Rex looked anxiously at Kernertok to see how he took the vision, and was relieved to note that there was an expression of contempt on the old man’s face.
“But that canoe was floating above the water,” Jack insisted.
“Seemed to be, you mean,” Bob replied. “Refraction of light could cause that.”
“I suppose so, but, believe me, it looked spooky, all right.”
“And no doubt that’s just the effect whoever’s doing it wanted to produce.”
“Well, I congratulate him on his success,” Jack laughed. “He’s sure got the goods, all right, when it comes to effects.”
“What’ll we do, Kernertok?” Bob asked.
“We go round where white canoe went. Go heap easy.”