“What was the matter?” Bob asked as Mr. Stokes paused.
“You’ll probably laugh at me when I tell you but the truth of the matter is the guests were scared away by a ghost.”
“A ghost!”
Bob and Jack uttered the exclamation in the same breath.
“Yes, it seems that the camp is haunted.”
“But—” Bob started to ask a question but Mr. Stokes interrupted:
“No, of course, I don’t believe in ghosts, but there’s something mighty strange going on up there.”
“Such as what?” Jack asked.
“Well, this ghost is a most accomplished one it seems: does about all the tricks you ever read of ghosts doing: groaning in a most frightful manner, pulling the bed clothes off one in the middle of the night, banging doors and all the rest of the stunts. I spent nearly two weeks trying to catch it or him and couldn’t learn a single thing. A number of guests came while I was there but the bravest stayed only two nights. Now you can easily see that unless a stop can be put to it my investment is ruined. I can’t keep guests and I doubt if I could give the place away as things are now.”
“It’s too bad, that’s a fact, but I hardly see where we come in,” Bob said as he paused.