He related the incident hesitantly, half expecting the Cubs to tease him. No one did.
“Obviously, you didn’t see a ghost,” Mr. Hatfield commented. “You probably caught a glimpse of one of those hoodlums, Dan.”
“Funny thing though,” Dan replied meditatively. “The shadow I saw didn’t look like a boy ghost. The figure was rather tall and thin. I had the queerest feeling at the time, almost the same as I did today—”
“What do you mean, ‘as you did today?’” Brad alertly tripped him up.
The remark had slipped from Dan unintentionally. He certainly didn’t want the Cubs to think that he was jittery. Or that he was imagining things. He remained silent.
“Come on, give!” Brad commanded.
“It was nothing really.”
“You did see someone again today at the church?”
“No,” Dan answered. “It was just a feeling I had while we were in the church. You’ll laugh I know, but I had the strangest feeling that we were being watched.”
“Watched?” said Mr. Hatfield. “By whom?”