“He wants us to approach,” said Chot. “Guess we’d better see what he wants.”
So they headed their canoes out into the stream, and at the same instant the boy seized the tiller of the boat and brought her around to the wind so that she lay, her sails flapping idly, waiting for them to come up.
CHAPTER IV—THE FIGHT ON THE CATBOAT
“Looks like he’s afraid of something,” said Pod.
“Sure; this is the haunted sloop you’ve read about,” Fleet responded.
“If you can make a sloop out of a catboat, you’re a dandy, Fleet Kenby,” said Pod. “Don’t you know that a sloop has a bowsprit and a jib?”
Fleet was silent. He saw that his anxiety to bring in the “haunts,” had led him into making a nautical error, so he subsided.
As the canoes approached the catboat, the lad at the tiller held his hand to his lips for silence, then pointed significantly toward the cabin.
“It may be a catboat, but it’s haunted all right,” said Fleet. “Don’t you think we’d better clear out of this?”
“I don’t see as this is half as scary as that hut I was shut up in on the east side of the river the night Kenton Karnes and his gang played kidnappers,” said Pod.