So the fellows made me get the best idea I could from my uncle, and then sent me down here to find the place.

They'll be mad 'cause I ain't back." "More likely they'll come, without waiting for you, Hen," observed Dave Darrin grimly.
At this moment the latch-string moved; there was a click of wood against wood as the latch was raised.
"Fellows, it's our ghost party!" whispered Dick, hoarsely.

"Stand close by me and sail in when I give the word.

We'll do our best to make it hot for the ghost!" There were varying degrees of bravery shown in that instant.

Not one of the Grammar School boys dreamed that they could best Fred Ripley's crew in a rough-and-tumble, but Dick & Co.