that on, and then you can participate in the initiation of the Soden brothers."
"Where are they?"
"Locked up in the closet at the old boathouse."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"You'll see when you get back."
With Tom Atwood and the plank between them, the members of the Gee Eyes took up the long march back to the old boathouse. To do this they had to cross a country road which was but little used. As they did this they heard an unusual sound from a clump of trees near by.
"There they are!" a voice called out. "I told you I had seen some ghosts."
"Sure enough, Billy, they must be ghosts," was the reply, in a deeper voice. "It's a good thing I brung my shotgun with me."
"Are you goin' to shoot at 'em?"
"That's what, Billy."
Hardly had the words been spoken when, to the consternation of the Gee Eyes, a shotgun was discharged, the load whistling through the trees over the lads' heads.
"Hi! hi! stop that!" yelled Buster Beggs. "We are not ghosts! We are"
Bang! spoke up the shotgun a second time, and the load went clipping through the bushes on the left.
"Hand me your shotgun, Billy," said one of the
