CHAPTER XV.
DICK STRIKES A REAL FIND Then half an hour passed, a quarter-gale of wind making the only sound that came from outside.
"I think that must have been a sailor's ghost," remarked Prescott, at last, "and he got his bearings wrong.

He said, half an hour ago, that he was coming in--but he didn't." "How can you t-t-talk about g-g-g-ghosts like that ?" shuddered Dutcher, whose face was still invisible to the others.
"We might as well go to bed," proposed Dave, using one hand to cover an imitation yawn that was intended to urge the others to courage.
"Whatever wild spirit was traveling around here has wandered off in some other direction." "Don't go to bed," pleaded Hen.

"I won't have any one to talk to if all you fellows go to sleep." For answer Tom Reade climbed up into his bunk, though he kept his shirt and trousers on.
"I'll tell you what," offered Dick.

"We'll take turns staying up on guard, just in case something real should happen.

The fellow who stays up will walk back and forth, to be sure of remaining awake.