“I’m going back there,” said Grant slowly, “but as has been said I am going back when I can see something.”
“That’s what I thought,” retorted Fred tauntingly.
“It’s all right, fellows,” spoke up George. “I guess we have had enough for one night. I don’t suppose there really is anything in the things we have heard to-night, and we’ll find out pretty soon just what it is, but until we do I think it’s great fun to go into the old house and stir up the spooks.”
“Do you know, I have an idea what those flying creatures were?” suggested John.
“What were they?” inquired George.
“Bats probably.”
“Bats?” exclaimed Fred scornfully. “Bats? Why those things had wings at least two feet long. You could hear them flapping over your head.”
“That’s about on the scale that you heard and saw everything to-night, Fred. That is, everything except the length of the steps you took when you were leaving. I would like to understand how a fellow who is only five feet four can take steps that are ten feet long.”
“There’s only one answer to that,” said George, “and that is, he didn’t.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” retorted Grant. “You didn’t see him. I did.”