The thought annoyed him more than he could say, and it was in that frame of mind that he and Jerry emerged from the cleft. They found an apparently deserted camp, with not one of the three in sight.
"Hello, there, Bluff! Will! Where are you?" cried Frank in dismay.
Then a head was cautiously poked up from behind a log—the head of Will.
"Say! Is it gone?" asked this individual in thrilling tones.
"What gone—the bear?" demanded Frank, looking at the dark mass near by.
"No; the ghost! It was here just now, and poor Bluff fell over in a heap when he jumped up to get his gun. Oh! it was terrible! terrible!" groaned Will, as he came crawling cautiously forth, and looking half frightened to death.
CHAPTER IX
FRANK TRIES TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE
Frank and Jerry gazed at each other in utter consternation.