"I must go back to Warden's," I answered.
"Then we'll go with you," said Mrs. Spiker firmly.
"Can't you go on home?" I said testily. "There's no use of your troubling yourself further."
"Does you think we'll walk by that graveyard alone?" demanded the tavern-keeper's wife.
"But there are no ghosts," I argued.
[Illustration: "But there are no ghosts," I argued.]
"We know that," returned Mrs. Pulsifer. "Everybody knows that, but it's never made any difference."
"A graveyard is a graveyard even if there is no bodies in it," said Mrs. Spiker, planting herself behind me so as to cut off further retreat.