it's something a whole lot deeper than that. There's something strange going on up there."
"There were sure a lot of strange things going on when we struck the place―that's certain. I can hear those shrieks yet."
"Well, I guess you're right, Joe. We may as well go on home. But I'd like to get to the bottom of it."
"Whoever stole those tools made quick work of it. We weren't in the house very long."
"It proves that it wasn't a ghost, anyway."
"I never did believe in the ghost theory. No, some human being took those tools. And he was watching us, too. He saw us put the bikes in the shed and he took the tools while we were in the house."
"Unless they were taken after we left the bikes under the trees in the first place."
"He wouldn't have had time. We only stepped into the front room and then we all came out after that first shriek. No, the tools were taken when the bikes were in the shed."
The boys rode on. The rain had ceased now, but the road was greasy and they had to call on all their skill to keep from skidding as they drove down the steep road toward the bay, so they did not talk again until they reached the more level highway at the shore.
A sound out in the bay attracted Frank's attention and he looked out over the rolling
