By this time Bob was sure that the man was undecided whether or not to tell them of his trouble.
“I’m sure no one could find any fault with the board,” he encouraged him.
“No kick ’bout grub.”
“Then I don’t see—”
“It’s dat ghost,” Jacques interrupted suddenly. “Heem scare all people away.”
“What do you mean, ghost?” Jack asked.
“Dees camp, heem haunted.”
Both boys laughed and Bob said:
“But you don’t believe in ghosts?”
For a moment the man made no reply, but looked steadily at his plate.