Don could not help laughing, and it was amazing how that laugh helped to break the tension.
“Well, you do,” repeated Teddy defensively. “And it has to be blessed by a bishop, too.”
“There isn’t any silver bullet handy or a bishop either,” said Don. “Anyway, lead and steel are good enough for me.
“Now look here, Brick,” he went on. “We’ve got to pull ourselves together and put all that nonsense about ghosts out of mind. We know when we think it over that there isn’t any such thing.”
“But we’ve got to believe our eyes,” insisted Teddy. “We saw it, didn’t we?”
“We saw something. But what it was, we don’t know. But I’m going to try to find out,” and Don rose to his feet with an air of decision.
“Where are you going?” asked Teddy.
“Down that passage,” answered Don, pointing in the direction of the apparition.
“Oh, don’t!” urged Teddy, laying his hand on his arm.
“I’m going,” reiterated Don. “Come along.”