“Shall we tell Jacques?” Bob asked as they were washing.
“Might’s well, I guess. Perhaps he knows something about the fellow. Anyhow I don’t see how it can do any harm.”
The meal was over before they broached the subject as they were too busy stowing away the food Jacques had provided, but as they pushed back their chairs, Bob asked:
“By the way, Jacques, do you know anybody around here called Crazy Dan?”
“Oui, me know him, but heem no crazy. Heem mak’ folks tink so,” Jacques replied after a moment’s pause. “You see heem?”
“Yes, we’ve seen him and what’s more, we’ve settled this ghost business, that is, I guess we have.” And he told him all about their adventure of the night.
Jacques was plainly surprised and shook his head as though doubtful but finally he agreed that Dan must have been guilty.
“I allys know heem ver’ sharp, but no thot heem so sharp lik’ dat.”
Just then a loud hail was heard from out on the lake.
“Someone’s coming,” Bob cried as he rushed for the door closely followed by Jack.