The boys slept a good part of the afternoon as they intended to sit up and watch through the night, and Mr. Sleeper and Helen did the same but Mrs. Sleeper declared that she wasn’t going to lose her beauty sleep until she was sure that a ghost would turn up.
CHAPTER XI
THE HUNT FOR HELEN.
It was nearly nine o’clock when they returned from a long sail on the lake and, declining an invitation to sit on the porch of the Sleeper’s cabin on the ground that they might miss something if they stayed away from their cabin any longer, the boys bade them good night and turned off toward their quarters.
“Give a yell if anything happens,” Mr. Sleeper called when they were about half way to the door. “I’m going to sit up, you know, and if there are any demonstrations I should like to be present.”
“Do you know, Jack,” Bob began a little later, looking up from the book he was reading, “I can’t for the life of me understand how it is that nothing has been seen or heard in the other cabin.”
“Are you sure there hasn’t?”
“Of course we’ve only their word for it.”
“Of course.”
“But why should they lie about it?”
“I haven’t said they had lied.”