of something," he went on, and murmured softly:
"To-morrow, ere the hour is late,
We shall go forth to investigate.
The Jamison ghost
Shall be our host;
We trust we'll meet a kindly fate!"
"That's as cheerful as a funeral dirge!" cried Tom.
"We don't want to meet any kind of a fate," added Sam. "We want to have some fun."
While the boys were discussing the proposed trip to Rushville they did not notice that Larkspur was close at hand, taking in much that was said. Presently Larkspur sauntered off and hunted up Jerry Koswell.
"The Rovers are going off to-morrow," he said. "Where do you suppose they are going?"
"I am not good at guessing riddles," answered Koswell rather sourly. He hated to hear the Rover name mentioned, since it made him think of his defeat at Tom's hands.
"They are going to the old Jamison place at Rushville."
"Well, what of it?"
"I was thinking," answered Larkspur meaningly. "You said you would like to square up with the Rovers, and with Tom especially."
