that house."

"Bones?"

"Piled all in a heap at the edge of the woods."

"What kind of bones, Zene?"

"Well, I didn't get out to handle 'em. But I see one skull about the
size of yours, with a cap on about the size of yours."

This was all that any boy could ask. Robert uttered a derisive "Ho!"
but he sat and meditated with pleasure on the pile of bones. It cast
a lime-white glitter on the man and woman who but for that might have
been harmless.

"I didn't git much rest," concluded Zene. "I could drop off sound
now if I'd let myself."

"I'll drive," proposed Bobaday.

Zene reluctantly considered this offer. The road ahead looked smooth
enough. "I guess there's no danger unless you run into a fence
corner," he remarked.

"I can drive as well as Grandma Padgett can," said Robert indignantly.

Zene wagged his head as if unconvinced. He never intended to let
Robert Day be a big boy while he stayed with the family.