"The ghost might hear you." "If he does, and takes Tom's advice," hinted Dave, "we'll soon see it happen." That was enough to send thirteen year old Hen burrowing more frantically than before.
The cabin was warm and bright inside.

Dick, while trying to puzzle out the matter to his satisfaction, carried four more logs to the fire, one after another, and placed them.
Not one of the Grammar School boys had any desire to go to bed at that time, save Hen, who wouldn't dare to be anywhere else.

In fact, the Dutcher youngster may have wondered whether he could stand on his feet if he slipped out and into his clothes.
One by one the boys found seats.

Dan picked up the air rifle and sat with it across his lap.
"Whoever it is that's doing this trick has surely got us going," laughed Dick uneasily.
"He has," affirmed Dave.

"I don't believe in ghosts, but, under the circumstances, this thing that's annoying us is more than some creepy.
If we could explain it I don't believe we'd let it worry us any.