“Well, there’s but one thing to do,” Bob declared after a long pause.
“What’s that?”
“Go and get Sicum.”
“Just the thing,” Jack cried slapping Bob on the back. “Why didn’t we think of it before?”
“I did, but to tell the truth, I kinder hated to give up beat.”
“Beat nothing. That’ll be simply bringing up reinforcements,” Jack laughed.
Before they could discuss the new plan further the breakfast horn sounded and they hastened to the dining-room. During the meal, Bob, much to Jack’s surprise, told the Sleepers of their intention to go for the dog, Sicum, which, he explained, belonged to their old Indian friend, Kernertok.
“Sicum’s a wonderful dog,” he told them.
“But what will you do with him here?” Mr. Sleeper asked.
“Track down that ghost,” Bob said. “He may not leave any tracks which we can follow, but I’ll bet Sicum can pick them up all right.”