When Jerry, Bluff, Will and Jed came creeping out of their canvas shelter, each armed according to his light, they looked in vain for unwelcome visitors.
Frank was doubled up on the ground, and seemed to be writhing as though in pain.
"What happened, Frank? Are you hurt?" demanded Bluff anxiously.
Then the other looked up.
"Tell me about that, will you? The fellow's laughing fit to beat the band! Say! is this fair, waking the whole camp up in the dead of night, for a lark?"
"Hold on, Jerry. Don't jump at conclusions. Because you see me having a quiet little laugh all to myself it isn't right to conclude I'm the guilty one. We did have a visitor, and that party is responsible for all the row," replied Frank.
"Was it the ghost again?" demanded Will.
"Not that I know of. I just had a glimpse of the wretch as he bolted. Truth to tell, I rather think he was more frightened than any of us."
"Not any of Pet's crowd, returned?"
"How about the farmer?"