“Oh, he’s just splendid,” she panted as she reached the cabin. “I introduced him to the folks and he shook hands with both of them too cute for anything.”
They waited outside until Mr. and Mrs. Sleeper joined them and Bob introduced the old Indian, who gravely shook hands with each.
“Injun heap glad know friends of white boys,” he said.
Kernertok needed no introduction to Jacques as they were already well acquainted.
All through the meal Bob was wondering whether or not they would mention the scare Helen had received beneath the tree, but nothing regarding it was said and he could not help but feel that it added to the already grave suspicion against them. It seemed to him that it would be a most natural thing for her to tell them about it unless there was some reason for not doing so, and the reason, he argued, could only be that they were, in some way, mixed up with the strange events which had brought them there and which they had thus far failed to solve.
“Do you expect the ghost to walk tonight?” Mr. Sleeper asked near the end of the meal.
“I don’t know,” Bob replied. “I don’t know why he shouldn’t unless he knows that we have a dog here.”
Was it his imagination or did Mr. and Mrs. Sleeper exchange a knowing glance as he made the reply? He was not sure but it looked very much like it and he mentioned it to Jack as soon as they were alone.
“I didn’t notice it,” Jack said and then added: “Are you sure that you’re not getting so suspicious of them that your mind is acting on the bias?”
“I hope not, although, to tell the truth I’ve been thinking of that very thing and I know it’s mighty easy to misconstrue a word or an action when you’re suspicious.”