"You are always seeing things, even when there ain't any," continued
Donald.
"And you can't see them until they hit you with a club," retorted
Pepper.
"Any one there?" called Rand again, going to the spot which Pepper pointed out, and followed by the others.
"Sh!" was the whispered reply from behind the bushes. "It is only
I."
"Who are you?" demanded Rand.
"Win Moore," replied a small boy, coming out.
"Why, hello, Win," said Rand; "what were you trying to do, play spook?"
"No," replied Win, "but I thought maybe Gerald was here."
"He isn't here," answered Rand. "Do you want to see him?"
"Yes," hesitated Win; "I have something to tell him."