“But for a full grown log cabin to vanish into thin air right before your eyes so to speak. Don’t tell me it isn’t spooky. Why, they used to hang folks for less than that.”
“Hold on there, son. You’re getting your figures of speech mixed. They never used to hang log cabins.”
“Mebby not. But log cabins didn’t used to vanish like that either,” and Jack passed his hand over his eyes as though he were dazed.
“We shouldn’t have let it out of our sight for a minute,” Bob mused. “But always before it has gone in the night.”
“Night or day doesn’t seem to make much difference to that bird,” Jack declared.
“Well we might as well go and view the remains, that is provided there are any to view.”
“Better wait a bit. They haven’t had time to get very far away yet and there’s a chance of one of them coming back for something. A few minutes more or less won’t make any difference to us and it might save us from getting caught.”
So, for another half hour they waited but nothing happened and at last Bob declared that he thought it safe to investigate. But, as he more than half expected there was absolutely nothing to investigate.
“You said a mouth full when you said clean as a whistle,” Jack declared as they stood on the very spot where the cabin had been. “They don’t leave as much as a toe nail behind them.”
Jack was quite correct in his assertion for there was not a particle of evidence to show that a cabin or any other sort of a house had ever occupied the place.