“Murray, I’ll get square with you.”
“Come in here, Tom,” called a voice.
“Follow the ghost,” cried all the men, who lost all their terror and began to think the whole thing was a huge joke.
“Come in, Tom,” said the voice.
Tom looked around helplessly at his companions and then entered the house, saying:
“All right, Mary, I’m coming.”
He did go in the house, and the men followed to peep at him and hear him get a good tongue lashing; but in a few moments Atwood came back to the stoop looking like a ghost himself. The sweat was pouring down his face as he said in a distressed tone:
“Gentlemen, this is no joke. On my honor, no one is in that house. What does it all mean?”
“Oh, your wife is playing hide and seek on you,” said one.
“She is dodging you, old man; she’s here.”