"No, but enough of this place is enough, that's all."
"I'll be back, don't worry," said Songbird, and, away he drove at a swift gait, leaving the Rovers and Stanley in the roadway in front of the house said to be haunted.
It was certainly a lonely spot, no other house being in sight, for Rushville lay under the brow of a hill. The boys stood still and listened. Not a sound broke the stillness that surrounded the deserted house.
"It sure is a ghostlike place," remarked Stanley. "I shouldn't care to come here at midnight."
"Oh, that wouldn't make any difference, if you had a light," answered Dick. The thought of a ghost had never bothered him very much.
Boldly the four boys entered what had once been a fine garden. The pathway was now overrun with weeds and bushes, and they had to pick their way with care. Then they ascended the piazza, the flooring of which was much decayed.
"Look out that you don't fall through somewhere, and break a leg," cautioned Tom. "This is worse than it looks from the outside."
"Wait till we get inside," said Sam. "Glad we brought a lantern." For a light had been taken along at the last minute.
