The man squirmed a bit in his chair as he answered.
“That was a mistake. We were just going through here on our way to a camp up at the head of the lake to get something I had left there one day when I was up there and Jim, that’s one of the breeds, jumped you before I had time to interfere and, to tell the truth, I was afraid to let you go after that so I decided to postpone the trip and take you back to the shack.”
“I see.”
“As I said, I realize that it was wrong and I hope you will overlook it and be friends.”
“Have you heard anything about this camp being haunted?” Bob asked suddenly.
“Yes, I’ve heard it was.”
“But, of course you know nothing about it. I mean you don’t know who it is that’s responsible for it.”
“Certainly not. Why should I?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“But you seem to suspect—”