Jack and Bob had to amuse Columbus with stories, to divert his mind from the notion that Pewee and his party meant them some harm. The Indian burying-ground was not an uncommon place of resort on Sundays for loafers and idlers, and now and then parties came from as far as Greenbank, to have the pleasure of a ride and the amusement of digging up Indian relics from the cemetery on the hill. This hill-top commanded a view of the Ohio River for many miles in both directions, and of the Kentucky River, which emptied into the Ohio just opposite. I do not know whether the people who can find amusement in digging up bones and throwing them down-hill enjoy scenery or not, but I have heard it urged that even some dumb animals, as horses, enjoy a landscape; and I once knew a large dog, in Switzerland, who would sit enchanted for a long time on the brink of a mountain cliff, gazing off at the lake below. It is only fair to suppose, therefore, that even these idle diggers in Indian mounds had some pleasure in looking from a hill-top; at any rate, they were fond of frequenting this one. Pewee, and Riley, and Ben Berry, and two or three others of the same feather, had come down on this Sunday to see the Indian Mound and to find any other sport that might lie in their reach. When they had dug up and thrown away down the steep hill-side enough bones to satisfy their jackal proclivities, they began to cast about them for some more exciting diversion. As there were no water-melon patches nor orchards to be robbed at this season of the year, they decided to have an egg-supper, and then to wait for the moon to rise after midnight before starting to row and cordelle their two boats up the river again to Greenbank. The fun of an egg-supper to Pewee’s party consisted not so much in the eggs as in the manner of getting them. Every nest in Judge Kane’s chicken-house was rummaged that night, and Mrs. Kane found next day that all the nest-eggs were gone, and that one of her young hens was missing also.

About dark, little Allen Mackay, a round-bodied, plump-faced, jolly fellow who lived near the place where the skiffs were landed, and who had spent the afternoon at the Indian Mound, came to the door of the old log-house.

“I wanted to say that you fellows have always done the right thing by me. You’ve set me acrost oncet or twicet, and you’ve always been ‘clever’ to me, and I don’t want to see no harm done you. You’d better look out to-night. They’s some chaps from Greenbank down here, and they’re in for a frolic, and somebody’s hen-roost’ll suffer, I guess; and they don’t like you boys, and they talked about routing you out to-night.”

“Thank you,” said Jack.

“Let ’em rout,” said Bob.

But the poor little Pet Owl was all in a cold shudder again.

About eleven o’clock, King Pewee’s party had picked the last bone of Mrs. Kane’s chicken. It was yet an hour and a half before the moon would be up, and there was time for some fun. Two boys from the neighborhood, who had joined the party, agreed to furnish dough-faces for them all. Nothing more ghastly than masks of dough can well be imagined, and when the boys all put them on, and had turned their coats wrong-side out, they were almost afraid of one another.

“Now,” said Riley, “Pewee will knock at the door, and when they come with their lantern or candle, we’ll all rush in and howl like Indians.”

“How do Indians howl?” asked Ben Berry.

“Oh, any way—like a dog or a wolf, you know. And then they’ll be scared to death, and we’ll just pitch their beds, and dishes, and everything else out of the door, and show them how to clean house.”

Riley didn’t know that Allen Mackay and Jack Dudley, hidden in the bushes, heard this speech, nor that Jack, as soon as he had heard the plan, crept away to tell Bob at the house what the enemy proposed to do.

As the crowd neared the log-house, Riley prudently fell to the rear, and pushed Pewee to the front. There was just the faintest whitening of the sky from the coming moon, but the large apple-trees in front of the log-house made it very dark, and the dough-face crowd were obliged almost to feel their way as they came into the shadow of these trees. Just as Riley was exhorting Pewee to knock at the door, and the whole party was tittering at the prospect of turning Bob, Jack, and Columbus out of bed and out of doors, they all stopped short and held their breaths.

“Good gracious! Julius Caesar! sakes alive!” whispered Riley. “What—wh—what is that?”

Nobody ran. All stood as though frozen in their places. For out from behind the corner of the house came slowly a skeleton head. It was ablaze inside, and the light shone out of all the openings. The thing had no feet, no hands, and no body. It actually floated through the air, and now and then joggled and danced a little. It rose and fell, but still came nearer and nearer to the attacking party of dough-faces, who for their part could not guess that Bob Holliday had put a lighted candle into an Indian’s skull, and then tied this ghost’s lantern to a wire attached to the end of a fishing-rod, which he operated from behind the house.

Pewee’s party drew close together, and Riley whispered hoarsely:

“The house is ha’nted.”

Just then the hideous and fiery death’s-head made a circuit, and swung, grinning, into Riley’s face, who could stand no more, but broke into a full run toward the river. At the same instant Jack tooted a dinner-horn, Judge Kane’s big dog ran barking out of the log-house, and the enemy were routed like the Midianites before Gideon. Their consternation was greatly increased at finding their boats gone, for Allen Mackay had towed them into a little creek out of sight, and hidden the oars in an elder thicket. Riley and one of the others were so much afraid of the ghosts that “ha’nted” the old house, that they set out straightway for Greenbank, on foot. Pewee and the others searched everywhere for the boats, and at last sat down and waited for daylight. Just as day was breaking, Bob Holliday came down to the river with a towel, as though for a morning bath. Very accidentally, of course, he came upon Pewee and his party, all tired out, sitting on the bank in hope that day might throw some light on the fate of their boats.

“Hello, Pewee! You here? What’s the matter?” said Bob, with feigned surprise.

“Some thief took our skiffs. We’ve been looking for them all night, and can’t find them.”

“That’s curious,” said Bob, sitting down and leaning his head on his hand. “Where did you get supper last night?”

“Oh! we brought some with us.”

“Look here, Pewee, I’ll bet I can find your boats.”

“How?”

“You give me money enough among you to pay for the eggs and the chicken you had for supper, and I’ll find out who hid your boats and where the oars are, and it’ll all be square.”

Pewee was now sure that the boat had been taken as indemnity for the chicken and the eggs. He made every one of the party contribute something until he had collected what Bob thought sufficient to pay for the stolen things, and Bob took it and went up and found Judge Kane, who had just risen, and left the money with him. Then he made a circuit to Allen Mackay’s, waked him up, and got the oars, which they put into the boats; and pushing these out of their hiding-place, they rowed them into the river, delivering them to Pewee and company, who took them gratefully. Jack and Columbus had now made their appearance, and as Pewee got into his boat, he thought to repay Bob’s kindness with a little advice.

“I say, if I was you fellers, you know, I wouldn’t stay in that old cabin a single night.”

“Why?” asked Jack.

“Because,” said Pewee, “I’ve heerd tell that it is ha’nted.”

“Ghosts aren’t anything when you get used to them,” said Jack. “We don’t mind them at all.”

“Don’t you?” said Pewee, who was now rowing against the current.

“No,” said Bob, “nor dough-faces, neither.”