“What is it?” Bert asked in a whisper.
“You heard it,” I said. “You know as much about it as I do. There’s a spook here.”
“The place is haunted,” Pee-wee whispered, all excited.
“Let’s go down,” Garry said. “I’d rather take a chance on that rope than to stay up here. Listen.”
We all listened but the voice above us didn’t call again.
“It’s a spirit in the bell, that’s what it is,” the kid said. “It’s a voice without any body to it—in the bell.”
None of us wanted to stay up there, I guess, but just the same none of us wanted to move. It just seemed as if we couldn’t move.
Pretty soon Warde said, “Wait a minute, let me get hold of that rope.”
He climbed over the old wooden railing and held on with one hand while he reached out with the other one. Then, all of a sudden, he was swinging on the rope and as sure as I live, just in that minute the voice above called, “Help.”
We just stood there, all trembling. Pee-wee’s eyes were starting out of his head.