“You thought you did!”
“I know I did—and, what’s more, here we are at a spot where nobody comes because of the ghost story—and he tells us to go into the hangar and—the door is left up a little way——”
“Oh, Sandy, you’re letting wild imagination run away with you!”
“Am I? All right. You two go on in—and be held for ransom!”
“Ho-ho-ho-ho! That’s good. Suspicious Sandy—is that somebody inside the hangar?” Dick changed his tone suddenly, dropping his voice to a whisper as he stooped and saw something move behind the old amphibian at the back of the building.
“I thought I saw—but it’s gone!” Larry retorted, lowering his voice also.
By a common impulse of curiosity they stooped and went in. Sandy, his own impulse following theirs, was inside almost as quickly.
“There isn’t anybody!” Larry’s eyes became used to the duller light that filtered through the thick dust on the roof skylight.
To their startled ears came a muffled clang, a queer, hollow sound—and as they turned to run back under the rolled-up door, it slid rapidly down in its grooves, dropping into place with a hollow rumble.
“Good gracious golly!” gasped Dick.