It ain't been occupied for years, and the folks say it's haunted, and nobody goes near it." "We'll have to inspect it some day," said Sam promptly.
"What--you ?" cried the fat farmer.
"Sure." "Ain't you scared ?" "No," answered the youngest Rover.

"I don't believe in ghosts." "Well, they say it's worth a man's life to go in that house, especially after dark." "I think I'd risk it." "So would I," added Tom.
"We'll pay the haunted house a visit some day when there is no session at the college," said Dick "It will give us something to do." "Hum!" mused the farmer.

"Well, if you do it you've got backbone, that's all I've got to say.

The folks around here won't go near that Jamison place nohow." The road now became hilly, with many twists and turns, and the farmer had to give his entire attention to his team.

The carriage bounced up and down and once Sam came close to being pitched out.
"Say, this is fierce!" he cried.