“Let’s howl!” said Dan.
“All right. Now, one—two—three!”
It was a fearsome noise they made, but [the boy on the stone never moved]. He kept right on eating sandwiches.
[“The boy on the stone never moved.”]
“Gee, he must be deaf!” gasped Roeder. “Or—say, you don’t think he’s a ghost, do you?”
“Not with a Yardley cap on his head,” replied Tom, dryly. He stepped out of concealment before they could stop him.
“Help yourself, Gerald,” he said, politely.
“Thanks,” answered that youth, his utterance impeded by the process of eating, “I will. Walking does make you hungry, doesn’t it?”