“Come on if you’re going ghost hunting with me,” he said.
“Be with you in the shake of a dog’s tail,” Jack replied as he sprang from his bed.
“Which way’ll we go?” Jack asked as soon as they were out of doors.
“Which way did you think that laugh came from?”
“It seemed to be from up the lake.”
“Same here. Suppose we go that way.”
“Suits me.”
“And we want to be careful not to overlook anything,” Bob cautioned.
“You bet. Say, Bob, we ought to have Kernertok and his dog, Sicum, here. I’ll bet he’d track ’em or it down.”
It was still dark in the thick woods, but the light was increasing every minute and, as soon as they were well away from the camp, Bob proposed that they sit down and wait a little until it got lighter.