Bluff looked inquiringly at Will.
"If it did, I didn't hear it. I just gave a yell as I saw Bluff keel over, and rolled back behind this log, where I cowered till I heard Frank call. Oh! what a chance I lost to snapshot a real, genuine ghost!" And Will shook his head with disgust over his timidity.
"I wish you had done it; then we'd have something tangible to work on. As it is, we hardly know where we stand. The evidence of a frightened person is hardly enough to prove anything," mused Frank.
"Look here! Can either of you describe the ghost?" demanded Jerry.
Again Will and Bluff exchanged mournful glances.
"Not so you could understand it, I guess, boys. All I know is that he seemed ten feet high to me, and was all in white, that seemed to flicker, just like you see phosphorus in the dark," said the former.
Frank laughed.
"Exactly. I knew you would say that before you spoke. It is always the accompaniment of modern ghosts. In fact, you'd think these visitors from another world had to come out of a volcano in order to get here, and the sulphur and phosphorus-match smell hung to their garments. How did this wonderful thing vanish?"
Bluff shook his head.
"I wasn't in the running after that tree kicked me. Perhaps either of these others could say," he admitted candidly, still rubbing his bump, which Frank was getting arnica to relieve.