'I'm used to THAT.'
"I looked again at the man's patient, fateful face, and then around
the cabin. In an instant the whole situation flashed before me.
'Are we not near Cave City?' I asked.
"'Yes,' he replied, 'it's just below. You must have passed it in
the storm.'
"'I see.' I again looked around the cabin. 'Isn't this what they
call the haunted house?'
"He looked at me curiously. 'It is,' he said, simply.
"You can imagine my delight! Here was an opportunity to test the
whole story, to work down to the bed rock, and see how it would pan
out! We were too many and too well armed to fear tricks or dangers
from outsiders. If--as one theory had been held--the disturbance
was kept up by a band of concealed marauders or road agents, whose
purpose was to preserve their haunts from intrusion, we were quite
able to pay them back in kind for any assault. I need not say that
the boys were delighted with this prospect when the fact was
revealed to them. The only one doubtful or apathetic spirit there
was our host, who quietly resumed his seat and his book, with his
old expression of patient martyrdom.
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