It was shortly after eight o’clock when they reached the dam.
“Have ye seed thot ghost yit?” the keeper asked them as they drew the canoe from the water.
“Not yet,” Bob smiled.
“Where you goin’?”
“Going to climb Katahdin,” Jack told him.
“Thot’s a pretty stiff climb so it is but it’s meself as guesses ye’re good fer it. But by the way, ye’d better kape yer eyes open ’cause that’s someone up thar.”
“What do you mean?” Bob asked.
“Faith an’ I mane whot I say. I seen a light up thar most ivery night fer a wake or more.”
“What kind of a light?”
“I dunno, but it was a flashing light, like as if somebody was makin’ a signal.”