in Shep, brushing through the crowd. "We have never in our lives
touched any game that was coming to you or your crowd. We-----"

"Say, do you want to fight?" cried Ham Spink, working himself up into
a quick passion; and he doubled up his fists as he spoke.

"No; but I can defend myself," answered the doctor's son just as
quickly. "I am not afraid of you."

"And we are not afraid of ghosts, either," was Snap's sarcastic
comment.

These last words made Ham Spink and one or two of his cronies furious.
They had been up to the distant lake where the "ghost" had held
forth, and had been so badly frightened that they had come home,
"on the run," as Whopper expressed it now that the matter had been
fully explained, Ham and his followers felt decidedly sheepish over
it consequently, to mention the affair was as bad as to wave a red
rag in front of a bull.

"You shut up about ghosts!" cried Ham, shaking his fist in Snap's
face.

"Say, Ham, let us give 'em a dressing down before we leave," whispered
Carl Dudder. He looked around the dock. "Nobody here but ourselves."

"That's the talk," put in another of the Spink crowd. "They deserve
it for trying to crow over us."

Shep and Snap heard the talk and looked at each other. They endeavored