I knew the noises had to come from something.

Now, while I was scared, I don't believe in such things as ghosts.

Well, then, the noise must have come from some human throat.
When I got up at five this morning I began to think harder than ever.
Then I went and got this gimlet out of the little tool box and bored a tiny hole through the wood in this shutter.

When I peeped I saw a light, surely enough, in the shack.

There were sparks, too, coming up out of the chimney.