“Big or little ones?” Edna gibed.
“We do not go after small things,” Jack replied sternly.
“Promise to bring me home the first one you catch. I’ve always wanted a nice little ghost to play with,” Edna laughed.
“But I told you that we are after only big ones.”
“Bob, will you kindly tell us what he is raving about?” Mr. Golden asked, making a great effort to keep his face straight.
So Bob explained about the offer Mr. Stokes had made them.
“Well, I don’t suppose you’ll be in any more danger than usual,” his father sighed when he had finished. “When do you start?”
“Tuesday morning, if you are willing.”
“And if I’m not?”
“Then we don’t start at all, sir.”