team of horses," objected Chet. "Let's clear out. I've had enough of it."
"Come on," urged Jerry. "There's no use going back. The whole place will cave in on us if we aren't careful. And, anyway, there's something fishy about the house."
Frank saw that the others were determined on leaving, in spite of the pouring rain, so, reluctantly, he gave in, and the five boys hastened around the side of the house over to the shed where they had left the motorcycles.
"We can at least stay in the shed until the rain goes over," he said.
"Not on your life," declared Chet Morton. "I'm going to put as much distance between little me and that haunted house as I can. That place gets on my nerves."
And with that he began tinkering with the machine, preparatory to starting it.
Frank and Joe decided that no good would be served by arguing the matter, so they prepared to leave with the others, although they privately resolved to return to the Polucca place at the earliest opportunity, to investigate the mystery of the house on the cliff more thoroughly.
Jerry and Biff Hooper took their places, and in a few minutes the three motorcycles drove slowly out of the shed and across the yard toward the lane.
