“Is the house haunted?” asked Murray.
“Is it? Well, I’ll tell you. This house was built in old colonial times. Several people were murdered in this house by the Indians and it is said that during the revolutionary war a crew from a pirate schooner made a raid here and killed a beautiful young lady. You can see now where a tomahawk stuck, and also the hole where a bullet lodged. In fact, before we made our alterations here there were bullet marks to be seen all over the house.”
“Has it ever been reported to be haunted?”
“Yes; and no one would live here, and we bought the place cheap.”
“It would appear that the stories about its being haunted are confirmed.”
Even while the men were talking the groans were heard again, and one of the party said:
“Hang it, I don’t want to sleep in that house to-night. I’ll sling a hammock out here under the trees.”
Atwood spoke up and said:
“I’ll sleep in the house, you bet. I ain’t going to take the chances of pneumonia because I fear a few walking apparitions.”
Tom Atwood appeared to be very brave and Murray said: