“What was he doing?” asked The Fungus.
“I don’t know. I didn’t pay special attention. I just whispered across ‘O you Old Ned.’ And he didn’t seem to hear me and I went on trotting about the room hugging my tummy-ache.”
“Don’t suppose you robbed yourself, do you, Ned?” asked Sandy.
“No, I don’t. Besides, I told Spud before that I wasn’t up last night once.”
“It must have been you, then, Cal,” said Dutch with a grin. “You wear a nightgown, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Cal answered seriously, “but I wasn’t up either. I cal—I guess Spud imagined it.”
“Imagined nothing!” said Spud indignantly. “I guess I know what I see!”
“Maybe it was the ghost again,” said Claire Parker in awed tones. The boys looked at him and then at each other. Dutch laughed, but it wasn’t a very hearty laugh. Finally,
“You don’t suppose it was, fellows?” asked Spud a trifle nervously.