“It’s just eight o’clock,” said Grant, as they left the house and prepared to take their places in the automobile which was awaiting their coming.
“Eight o’clock and all’s not well, I’m afraid,” suggested Fred.
“Are you afraid?” demanded John with a laugh.
“No, I’m not afraid, but somehow when I think of this business,” replied Fred, “I find I have some shivers.”
“You had better not go, my lad,” said John solemnly. “This is no place for infants or those afflicted with chills.”
“I’m not chilly enough to stay home if all of you are going,” retorted Fred.
“It’s just the kind of a night we want,” spoke up George. “There isn’t any moon and it’s going to be dark.”
“Those clouds look as if it might rain,” suggested Grant.
“That will be all the better,” said George. “The darker the night the better the spooks behave. They say it’s almost impossible to find any there on a moonlight night.”
“I hope we’ll find some to-night,” laughed John, but his voice somehow seemed to belie his confidence.