“We catch um ghost heap soon,” Kernertok assured him.
“I hope so,” Bob returned but there was no note of assurance in his voice.
For an hour they sat on the end of the wharf and discussed the situation and then Jack joined them.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” he demanded.
“Thought you needed the sleep,” Bob returned with a smile.
“Well, I got it all right.”
Jack sat down beside Sicum and began stroking his long ears, an action of which the dog thoroughly approved.
At half past seven the welcome sound of the breakfast horn broke up the conversation and they hurried to the big cabin.
“Any ghosts?” Mr. Sleeper asked as he entered a few minutes later with Mrs. Sleeper and Helen.
“Narry a ghost,” Jack declared.