“Yes, sir, ghosts. At least that’s the report, but we haven’t seen any.”
“And how long have you been there?”
“We only came yesterday.”
“How about the help?”
“They’ve all gone. In fact there’s no one there except the manager, a half-breed named Jacques Bolduc.”
“Can he cook?” There was much eagerness in the man’s voice as he asked the question.
“I’ll say he can,” Jack broke in.
“Then that’s fine. He’ll take us won’t he?”
“Why, I suppose so,” Bob replied.
“Then I’ll tell my wife. She and Helen went down to look at the gorge just below. She’ll be tickled to death.”