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He went on to tell Belsely what had happened the day before, pledging him to quiet for a few days at least to give them a chance to solve the puzzle that remained. The farmer was delighted. "This will give me a tale to tell from now on! Once you say I'm free to talk, that is. Well, whaddaya know!
What had the mission been? According to Belsely, this happened each time, except for the occasion when a cart had been used. What were they hunting? Or, if they weren't hunting, what were they doing? Rick felt frustrated. To be so close, yet to be unable to see anything but vague shapes in the darkness!
Rick made a telephone call to a friend in New York, and as a consequence had to fly to Washington National Airport in two days to pick up a small package. Mr. Belsely let it be known around town that Dr.
Belsely's comment brought Rick's carefully built up assumptions tumbling down around his ears. "Oh, he knows about the ghost, all right. He saw it once that I know of, when he was sellin' ice cream to the girl campers." The farmer added, "I was standin' right next to him at the time." Rick looked at Scotty helplessly. "Thank you, Mr. Belsely," he said unhappily.
Scotty grinned. "Okay, detective. Set us down. It's suppertime." Rick swung into his landing pattern. "Anyway, we've made progress," he commented with satisfaction. "We started with just a ghost. Now look what we've got!" The Ghost Reappears Belsely, the tenant farmer, had no difficulty in establishing a connection between Jethro Collins, real-estate agent, and the Frostola man.
"In the orchard, scared pink, but not so scared as curious." A man of real courage, Rick thought. Believed in ghosts, but had the nerve to watch them in action. "Mr. Belsely, you said none of them shone like the Blue Ghost. Did the others look solid?" "They were dark shadows, that's all. No moon to see by, or at least not enough. Couldn't make out what they looked like."
I guess ..." The sentence was never completed. The quiet was abruptly shattered by the strident blasting of the plane's alarm system! Rick and Scotty were on their feet and running on the instant. Rick reached the door first and threw it open, almost upsetting Belsely, the tenant farmer. The man's eyes were wide, and his face was pale under the tan. "It's the ghost!" he shouted. "It's him!
The Frostola man was still hangin' around when I started for town, and he hadn't moved when I got back. I did nothin' about him because I wanted to talk to you first. Took some time for the scoop to get there, but it certainly did the job." "And we're mighty grateful," Rick told the farmer. Scotty echoed him. "By the way, Mr. Belsely, was anything ever said about a second tunnel in the mine?"
Belsely, can get for us that none of the rest of us can get. That is, do the real-estate agent and the ice-cream man know each other, and in particular, are they friendly? He could ask around town without causing suspicion." "I'll ask him right now," Dr. Miller replied. He went to the telephone in the big farm kitchen and dialed. After a moment he said, "Clara?... Is Tim there?"
Belsely was hauling a load of rock through the field near the plane, using his tractor and a stoneboat. The boys knew he was busy building a stone fence. He saw them and waved. They waved back, then went down the hill to the spring and its basin. Again they examined the entire location with great care, and Scotty probed seams in the rock with his jackknife blade.
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