“Well, we’ll get up early and see Jacques before they’re around and if he has them we’ll have a good long time to plant them while they’re gone.”
“But won’t we have to tell them about where they are?”
“I guess you’re right,” Bob agreed after a moment’s thought. “It wouldn’t be nice to have one of them stumble on one by accident. No, I wish we could keep mum about it but I guess it would be too risky.”
They were up shortly after five o’clock the next morning and soon after were interviewing the Frenchman in the kitchen.
“Got any traps up here, Jacques?” Bob asked.
“Oui, plenty out in shed but eet close time for trapping now.”
“I know but there’s no close time on ghosts is there?”
“What you mean, eh?”
“Well, you see it’s like this,” and Bob told him what had happened the night before. “Now it occurred to us that if we set some traps we might catch something,” he added.
“Dat one bon idea,” Jacques declared after a moment’s thought. “You find um out in shed up in loft. You tak’ what you lik’ and I hope you catch um ghost. Heem spoil camp long time ’nough.”