“Sure. We’ll go with you,” replied Jim. “Now what was it grabbed you?”
“It?” replied Tom. “I should say there were three or four of them.”
“What were they like?” broke in Juarez. “Spirits?”
“Well, I don’t know just what a spirit is like,” replied Tom. “But it was a pretty solid kind of thing that he had hold of me.”
“Me, too,” added Jo. “And it snorted and puffed like a grampus.”
“Well, I suppose we are lucky to get off as easy as we did,” said Tom, “though I should like to know what they were. I thought the whole lot of skeletons were coming after us, but I don’t believe they could do any puffing or snorting. It’s time we were getting along.”
“We will be ready for them this time, whatever they are,” determined Jim, who had been lighting torches so that each could be supplied with one.
“Come on then,” said Jo. “We must keep together and be on the lookout.”
Arming themselves each with a heavy fagot which made a serviceable club, the four bent their footsteps in the direction of the chamber of weird experiences.