“There, I hardly think Mr. Ghost will stand in front of that window very long without something happening,” Jack declared as he finished the task.
Just where to locate the others was not so easy to decide. The edge of the woods, on the side of the window through which the spot of light came, was nearly fifty feet from the cabin and they had no way of telling just where a man would be apt to stand. But they picked out the places which seemed to them to promise the most and were busily engaged in planting the fourth trap when Mr. Sleeper and Helen came toward them.
“Hello, what’s the idea?” Mr. Sleeper asked.
“Well, we’ve trapped about everything that is to be trapped in Maine except ghosts and so we thought we’d try our hand at that,” Jack laughed.
“That’s certainly a unique sport,” he smiled. “But it might work at that.”
“If a ghost is heavy enough to spring a trap,” Bob grinned.
“Have you set any anywhere else than here?”
“One just outside our back window. Someone or something was prowling around there last night,” Bob replied. “And we’re going to set the other two somewhere in the woods if we can find any trace of foot steps. We were going to tell you about it at breakfast so that you’d know where they are and not get caught in one of them.”
“That wouldn’t be very pleasant, getting caught I mean.”
Just then the breakfast horn rang out and they hastened to obey its summons. During the meal Mr. Sleeper invited the boys to go down to the dam with them but they declined on the ground that they wanted to get the rest of the traps set. Somewhat to their surprise he did not urge them and soon after the meal was ended they were alone.