"Yes, that's so. But anyway they don't come around in the daytime, so what's the use of our being afeared?"
"Well, all right. We'll tackle the ha'nted house if you say so—but I reckon it's taking chances."
They had smarted down the hill by this time. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the "ha'nted" house, utterly isolated, its fences gone
THE HA'NTED HOUSE.
long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps, the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys gazed a while, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right, to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their way homeward through the woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill.
