They had been back in the midst of the clump of bushes where they had passed the night only a little more than a half hour when they heard voices off to their left and a few minutes later three men passed so close to them that they could almost have touched them.
“Wonder if we’d know any of the newcomers,” Jack whispered as soon as they had passed.
“I didn’t dare to take a peep, they were so close.”
“Well mebby we’ll see them later.”
They waited another half hour and then crept up to their spying place. Bob parted the bushes carefully and the next moment drew back with an exclamation of surprise.
“Gone, eh?”
“Clean’s a whistle.”
“Can you beat it?”
For a moment neither spoke again then Jack said: “I never believed in spooks but if this thing isn’t spooky then I’ll eat my hat.”
“It does seem spooky that’s a fact,” Bob returned soberly. “But you know there’s no such thing, not in the twentieth century, and there’s an explanation to it if we can only find the key.”