“Don’t you get lonesome here all by yourself?” Jack asked after they had talked of the war for several minutes.
“Non, no geet lonesome. Plenty work most all time. But whar you two go?”
“We’re going up to Chesuncook to Jacques Bolduc’s camp to catch trout,” Bob explained.
Instantly a strange look came to the man’s eyes and he quickly shook his head.
“You no go to dat camp.”
“Why not?” Jack asked.
“She one ver’ bad camp,” he answered still shaking his head.
“But what’s bad about it?” Bob asked. “I thought he kept a good camp.”
“Oui, Jacques, heem keep bon camp. Heem frien’ to me. Heem fine feller, but you no go to heem camp. Heem got ghost dar.”
The man spoke rapidly and the boys could see that he was very much excited.