Well, where you see one of them blue lights flickering around, Tom,
you can bet there s a ghost mighty close behind it. It stands to reason.
Becuz you know that they don t anybody but ghosts use em.
Yes, that s so. But anyway they don t come around in the daytime, so
what s the use of our being afeard?
Well, all right. We ll tackle the ha nted house if you say so but I
reckon it s taking chances.
They had started 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 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 awhile, 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.
CHAPTER XXVI
About noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come
for their tools. Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house; Huck was
measurably so, also but suddenly said:
Lookyhere, Tom, do you know what day it is?
Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then quickly lifted his
eyes with a startled look in them
My! I never once thought of it, Huck!
Well, I didn t neither, but all at once it popped onto me that it was
Friday.
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