Hugh and Bob both recalled
tales of ghosts connected with the old house, and somehow now that they
were there they wished they had stayed at home.
"Perhaps we ought to report this business to the police after all,"
whispered Hugh.
"Yes," said Bob. "Still I'd hate to go home and tell father that we
didn't even go inside the place."
"That's true," Hugh agreed. "What shall we do?"
"Let's walk around it and see if we can see anything suspicious."
"All right. We'd better keep in the shelter of the woods though."
"Oh, yes, of course."
Remaining almost a hundred feet distant from the little clearing, in the
center of which stood the house, the boys began to walk. Save for an
occasional nervous glance about them they never took their eyes off the
deserted dwelling. When they came to the wagon-road they darted across
quickly, fearful lest they should be discovered. Their progress was slow
and an hour had elapsed when they returned to their starting point.
"I don't believe any one is there," whispered Bob.
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