“No, it would take plenty to jolt him, Dan. It was more than just a tapping bell.” Brad gazed thoughtfully up at the dark belfry.
Dan shivered, feeling ill at ease. “That bell’s enough to give me the jim-jams,” he confessed. “This isn’t the first time we’re heard it. How do you explain it, Brad? You don’t think the church could be—”
“Haunted? Say, be your age!”
“I know it’s silly,” Dan admitted, sheepishly. “But so many queer things have happened here.”
“Man-made queer things.”
“What do you mean by that, Brad?” Dan quickly caught him up.
The older boy, however, did not answer. He moved back a few paces so that he could obtain a better view of the shadowy belfry.
“See anything?” Dan asked, following him nervously.
“Nothing.”
“We didn’t imagine the tapping of that bell, Brad.”