“Hardly. What do you think?”
“Same thing.”
“Well it won’t be the first time we’ve had a run in with ghosts,” Jack laughed.
“But not just this kind,” Bob reminded him.
“I reckon we’ll find that this or these are not so much different from the others,” Jack insisted.
“Maybe not. If we’re successful I believe I would write a book entitled, ‘Ghosts I have met’.” Bob laughed as they mounted the steps at the front entrance.
“What did you think of my friend Stokes?”
The last taps following the sham battle of commencement day had sounded and Bob and Jack had hurried to greet their friend Rex Dale whom they had spied in the stand. They had not seen him for several weeks and had hurried him up to their room and he was sitting on one of the “downy cots” while they were getting into “cits.”
“He impressed me as being a mighty fine man,” Bob replied.
“Same here,” Jack added.