“Dan be good you let him be,” he promised eagerly.
“You’re sure?”
“Hope die.”
“All right then, we’ll give you a chance but mind, if there’s any more of that ghost business, you’ll go to jail,” Bob assured him.
“No more,” Dan reiterated.
“Now, Dan,” Bob said after a moment’s pause, “there’s two or three things I want you to explain. How about that spot of light? How did you manage it?”
For a moment the dwarf hesitated as though undecided whether to tell or to refuse, but finally he drew from his pocket a burning lens about two inches across.
“It easy wid dis and a dark lantern,” he said with a broad grin.
“Of course,” Bob agreed. “But how about the raps?”
“Dan throw stones so dey hit one place. Throw dem mighty fast.”