Dan Dalzell ran to unbar the door, after accomplishing which he turned to view what might follow.
"Are you going to tell us, Hen, what Ripley and his crew are plotting against us ?" Dick insisted once more.
"They were going to come down here to-night," confessed Hen.
"What were they going to do here ?" "Scare you fellers." "How ?" "Oh, they've got a lot of sheets, and a frame to rig up on Bert Dodge's shoulders.

With the frame above him, and covered with sheets, Bert will make a 'ghost' about ten feet high." "What else ?" pressed Dick.
"Well, they've got a queer kind of whistle they can blow on, and it makes a long, loud moan, or a wail," explained Hen.

"Whee! It gave me the creepy shivers the first time I heard it." "Has Ripley's ghost party got anything else to make the night merry with ?" questioned Dick.
"Some kinder colored fire, that they were going to light at quite a distance from here, to give an 'unearthly' glow through the woods." "What else ?" "Oh, some other things," confessed Hen vaguely.

"I can't tell you all that crowd has, for I didn't see it and they wouldn't tell me about it." "And you turned on Central Grammar boys to help a lot of High School fellows out ?" asked Dick in fine scorn.
"Well, I was crazy to have a day or two out here in the woods, and you fellows didn't ask me," protested Hen.

"The other crowd did." "Yes; because they wanted to use you for a tool against us.