“That wasn’t all, either,” added Crane. “We saw something.”
While they listened in wonderment, he told of the two white figures resembling a dog and a man.
“Oh, say, what do you tut-take us for?” snapped Phil. “You and Sleuth have been fuf-faking up a fine story, haven’t you?”
“I told you, Crane,” said Piper, with a shake of his head—“I told you they wouldn’t believe it.”
“Don’t care whether they do or not. It’s the straight goods, by jinks! We was goin’ to land on that island for a minute when we fust heard that critter howl, but afterwards Sleuthy didn’t have no stomach for landin’. Scat! Say, his teeth rattled jest like dice in a box.”
“Now,” flung back Piper in hot resentment, “I knew you’d say that, and you were the one that was scared in the first place.”
“If your story is true,” said Grant, “I opine you were both some disturbed; and this adds interest to the yarn of the fanciful Mr. Granger. What do you think about that now, Sleuth?”
“Piffle,” pronounced Piper. “Anyone knows there are no such things as spooks.”
“Then what did you see on the island?”
“We saw two white things that resembled a dog and a man. What they were I’m not ready to assert at this time.”