Part 7 (1/2)

”I'm afraid,” laughed George, ”that we'll find our ghosts a little more substantial than they were in that old place.”

”I wish we could find my bag,” spoke up Grant. ”It's strange it didn't come to Utica. I left word with the express office though to send it ahead just as soon as they received it.”

”Maybe we'll find the ghost of it,” suggested Fred.

Meanwhile they had cast off and the Black Growler was moving noiselessly over the waters of the Erie Ca.n.a.l. They were soon beyond the borders of the attractive city, but after they had pa.s.sed the first village on their way George said quickly, ”Fellows, I believe it's going to rain. Look at those clouds over yonder.” As he spoke George pointed to some heavy clouds that could be seen ma.s.sing in the western sky.

”I don't want to get caught out here in a thunder storm,” said John.

”We shan't be,” said Fred. ”I'll put on a little more speed and we'll go on to the next place. That's where the hotel or tavern is that they told me about in Utica. It won't rain before we get there for it is only four or five miles ahead. If it is going to rain we can stop. If it doesn't we can keep on if we want to.”

Conversation ceased as the speed of the swift little boat increased.

Less than a half-hour had elapsed when the boys found that they were entering the village to which Fred had referred.

”How about it, Fred?” called John. ”It looks pretty black to me.”

”It does to me, too,” replied Fred. ”I think the best thing for us to do will be to stop. We'll find a place where we can leave the motor-boat and then we'll go up to the hotel and if we have to we'll stay there all night.”

The boys all agreed to the suggestion and in a brief time the graceful little boat was covered in such a way that she was protected from the coming storm, which now was almost upon them.

Hastily the boys took their bags and at once started for the hotel which they were informed was only a few yards distant.

With difficulty they made their way along the darkened street, and in a few minutes arrived at their destination.

Just as they entered, the storm broke. There was a long roll of thunder followed by a blinding flash and then the rain began to fall in torrents.

”Just in time, weren't we?” said Fred with a laugh. ”You're always right if you do what I tell you to. It was my suggestion and I am glad that for once in your lives you had wisdom enough to do what I said.”

”That remains to be seen,” said Grant dryly as he looked about the room in which they found themselves. ”It seems to me that the motto over the door of this place ought to be, 'He who enters here leaves soap behind.'”

”Where did you find that?” laughed George.

”Didn't you ever hear of the motto over the Bridge of Sighs?”

Whether the boys had ever heard of the famous bridge or not was not manifest, for at that moment in the midst of a deafening peal of thunder the landlady entered the room where the boys were waiting.

”What can I do for you?” she inquired as the thunder ceased.

”We're caught in the storm and thought perhaps we might stay here all night,” suggested Fred.

”The house is pretty full,” said the woman dubiously. ”I don't know whether I can give you rooms or not.”

At that moment there came a burst of loud laughter from the bar-room.

It was plain that many of the men who were employed on the ca.n.a.l also had sought shelter in the little tavern. The house was old, so old that the boards in the floor were warped and the low ceilings gave evidence of the many years that had pa.s.sed since they had been placed there. Not a door fitted its frame and the windows were all small, the panes being not much more than seven by nine. Whatever was done in one part of the house plainly was likely to be known also in other parts. The noisy men, who were drinking in the bar-room, whose shouts and songs and cries now were even more distinctly heard, could not confine their loud demonstrations to the room in which they had a.s.sembled even if they had been so inclined.

”If you don't mind,” suggested Fred to the landlady, ”I think we would like to go up to our rooms.”

”Have you had any supper?” inquired the woman.

”Yes, we got some in Utica,” replied Fred.