“Thunder!” whispered Spud hoarsely. “What do you suppose it was?”
“It was a g-ghost,” sniffled Claire.
“Ghost your granny!” ridiculed Sandy. “It was somebody with a sheet around them, that’s what it was. Anyhow, we’re all in for trouble.”
There was gloomy accordance with this, but the subject of the mysterious visitant was too interesting to keep away from.
“I looked up and saw it between the trees,” said The Fungus, “and maybe I wasn’t scared!”
“I guess you were!” said Sandy. “You let out a yell that they could hear in town.”
“I never! I didn’t open my mouth! I was too blamed scared!”
“Well, someone did,” said Dutch. “And it wasn’t me, for I never saw anything. I heard someone yell and then everyone ran and I grabbed my bag and ran too.”
“You saw it, didn’t you, Hoop?”
“Sure! About seven feet high it looked and sort of phosphorescent.”