“Thot’s it, and if the men git a notion this camp’s haunted, it’s likely they’ll all up and git.”
“But why should Big Ben want to scare off our men?” Jack asked. “Hasn’t he got enough of his own?”
“’Tis not thot at all at all, but he bid against yer father on thot contract an’ lost out so I spect he wants him ter lose it. Sure an’ ’tis jest like him.”
“What time was it when this ghost made its appearance?” Bob asked.
“Sure an’ ’twas jest after supper, but, thank goodness, only me and Ike had come out of the mess house. I made a dash fer it, but the blamed thing jest up and vanished afore I got half way to it.”
“What did it look like?”
“Sure an’ it looked ter be about eight fate tall an’ was all white an’ fire streaming from its two eyes. It sure was a sight all right all right, so it was.”
“But it didn’t come tonight did it?” Jack asked.
“Not yet, an’ I been kaping me eyes on the winder thar. Yer can see the place where it was from here. We’ll kape an eye open an’ watch fer a bit and mebby we’ll see it.”
But, although they watched until after nine o’clock, the ghost did not put in an appearance.