He scrambled over to the ladder and went down and we all followed him to the gallery below. Looking out of the little window there we could see the sun going down; it was all big and red and it made the woods all red too away over to the west. That was where Temple Camp was. It began to seem kind of spooky in that steeple on account of the sun going down and everything being so quiet. The old, ramshackle houses below us, with their roofs falling in and their windows all broken made it seem even more lonesome where we were. Gee whiz, the woods aren’t lonesome, but places where people used to be are lonesome.
All of a sudden Garry said, “Listen—shh.”
“It’s just those timbers creaking above us,” I said.
He said, “It sounded like a voice.”
“Well if it’s a voice up there where the bell is,” Warde said, “it hasn’t got any body to it. I can see all around up there; I can see inside the bell.”
Pee-wee just stared at us, “What did I tell you?” he whispered. “Voices without bodies, those are the worst kind. I’m not going to stay up here after dark, I’m——”
“Shh—listen,” Warde said.
“You mean away off there in the woods?” I said. “I hear that.”
“No, not that,” he said; “right above us. Listen. Hear it?”
“Kind of like murmuring?” I asked him.