“Either they didn’t see us, after all,” said Hoop, “or else they haven’t told the Doctor.”
“I’ll bet it was a ghost,” said Spud. “That’s the only sensible explanation, isn’t it?”
“I knew all along it was,” hazarded Claire triumphantly.
Sandy, however, was not to be cheered. “You wait,” he said gloomily. “It’ll come this afternoon. Horace is just keeping us guessing on purpose. I could see by his face that he knew all about it.”
“I’ll bet he doesn’t,” said Spud stoutly. “I’ll bet we won’t hear anything more about it. Hang those old apples, anyway! I only ate one last night and it gave me a beast of a tummy-ache. I had to get up and wander around the room for hours.”
“That was your uneasy conscience,” laughed Ned.
“Well, you had one too, then. What were you doing up?”
“I wasn’t up,” answered Ned.
“Then it was Cal. It looked like you, though.”