"I declare I'm almost tempted to say he deserved to get away; but if we can't follow the tracks of Mr. Ghost I suppose we'll have to just wait until he chooses to pay us another visit, eh, Frank?"
"That's the only remedy; and if what I suspect is true, I imagine we'll be apt to see something of him again soon. We're not wanted in this region, and he means to let us know it frequently."
"Do you think it can be a crazy man's freak?" queried Jerry.
"Honestly, I don't. There is a motive back of this thing, but I'll be frank with you, and say that as yet I don't catch it. Perhaps the idea may flash in on me at any time. I have several suspicions, but nothing to prove that they can hold water."
Presently, therefore, the two searchers wandered back to where Will and Bluff sat talking with the fugitive bound boy.
Bluff looked up at them with a grin.
"S'pose you've got it all fixed now, and can tell us the name and antecedents of our ghost? It's mighty kind of you to go to all that trouble," he gurgled.
Neither of the others answered, for, indeed, what could they say?
"If you want to save that bearskin, I'll show you how to take it off, Bluff," remarked Frank later on.
"Well, now, I would, the worst kind. Even if some of the hairs do come out it will make a dandy rug. When you're ready, tell me what to do," replied the other.