"You went after ghosts the other night, didn't you?" continued Dave.
"Yes, we did, an' we bagged a lot of 'em, too—shot 'em full of holes an' they disappeared into the sky," and the poor deluded boy began to wave his arms as if flying.
Who told Mr. Marcy that the ghosts were coming?" asked Ben.
"Two boys from the school over there," and now Billy jerked his thumb in the direction of Oak Hall. "They said to keep still about it, but what's the use? The ghosts are shot full of holes, shot full of holes, holes, holes!"
"Did you know the boys?" asked Dave.
At this question Billy shook his head. "I don't go to school there—I know too much. Maybe some day I'll go over and teach the teachers. One boy called the other Nat," he added, suddenly.
"Nat!" cried Dave. He turned to his chum. "Can it have been Nat Poole?"
"That's it, Nat Poole!" cried Billy. "You're a wise owl to guess it."
"What was the other boy called?" continued Ben.
"Called? Nothing. Yes, he was, too, he was called Link. That's it, Link, Blink, Hink! Funny name, eh?"
"Link!" cried Dave. "Can it have been Link Merwell?"
