Andre Norton Super Pack. Andre Norton

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      “Who knows? He seems to be hunting something too. But that’s not our worry. If it’s necessary, we can play ghost also. I’ve got to get into that house. If I can do it the way this Jeems does, without having to break in—so much the better. We don’t want the police ambling around here just now.”

      Val stiffened. It didn’t require a Sherlock Holmes to get the kernel of truth out of the conversation he had overheard. “Night of the storm,” “play ghost,” were enough. So Jeems had been the ghost. And the swamper knew a secret way into the house!

      “Wait,” Ricky’s lips formed the words by his ear as Val stirred restlessly. “Someone else is coming.”

      “I don’t like the set-up in town,” Red was saying peevishly. “That smooth mouthpiece is asking too darn many questions. He’s always asking Simpson about things in the past. If you hadn’t got Sim that family history to study, he’d been behind bars a dozen times by now.”

      “And he had better study it,” commented the other dryly, “because he is going to be word perfect before the case comes to court, if it ever does. There are not going to be any slip-ups in this deal.”

      “‘Nother thing I don’t like,” broke in the other, “is this Waverly guy. I don’t like his face.”

      “No? Well, doubtless he would change it if you asked him to. And I do not think it is wise of you to be too critical of plans which were made by deeper thinkers than yourself. Sometimes, Red, you weary me.”

      There was no reply to that harsh judgment. And now Val could hear what Ricky had heard earlier—a faint swish as of a paddle through water. Again Ricky’s lips shaped words he could barely hear.

      “Spur of bayou runs along here in back. Someone coming up from there.”

      “Jeems?”

      “Maybe.”

      “We’d better—” Val motioned toward the front of the cabin. Ricky shook her head. Jeems was to be allowed to meet the intruders unwarned.

      “This swamper may be tough,” ventured Red.

      “We’ve met hard cases before,” answered the other significantly.

      Red moved again, as if flexing his muscles.

      “One boy, and a small one at that, shouldn’t force you to undergo all that preparation,” goaded the Boss.

      Ricky must get away at once, her brother decided. Stubbornness or no stubbornness, she must go this time. Why he didn’t think of going himself Val never afterwards knew. Perhaps he possessed a spark of the family love of danger, after all, but mostly he clung to his perch because of that last threat. Whoever Jeems was or whatever he had done, he was one and alone. And he might relish another player on his side. But Ricky must go.

      He said as much in a fierce whisper, only to have her grin recklessly back at him. In pantomime she gestured that he might try to make her. Val decided that he should have known the result of his efforts. Ricky was a Ralestone, too. And short of throwing her off the platform and so unmasking themselves completely, he could not move her against her will.

      “No,” she whispered. “They’re planning trouble for Jeems. He’ll probably need us.”

      “Well,” Val cautioned her, “if it gets too rough, you’ve got to promise to cut downstream for help. We’ll be able to use it.”

      She nodded. “It’s a promise. But we’ve got to stand by Jeems if he needs us.”

      “If he does—” Val was still suspicious. “He may fall in with their suggestions.”

      Ricky shook her head. “He isn’t that kind. I don’t care if he has been playing ghost.”

      Someone was walking along the path among the bushes bordering the back of the clearing. Although they could hear no sound, they could mark the passing of a body by the swish of the foliage. Val lay, face down, on the platform and reached for a stick of wood lying on the ground below. Somehow he did not like to think of being caught empty-handed when the excitement began.

      “Hello.” It was Red, suddenly genial. The Ralestones could almost feel the radiance of the smile which must have split his face.

      “Whatta yo’ doin’ heah?” That was Jeems, and his demand was sharply hostile.

      “Now, bub, don’t get us wrong.” That was Red, still genial. “I know my pal sorta flew off his base this mornin’. But it was all in fun, see? So we kinda wanted yuh to stick around till he came and not do the run-out on us. And now the Boss has come down here so we can talk business all friendly like.”

      “Shut up, Red!” Having so bottled his companion’s flow of words, the other spoke directly to Jeems. “My men made a mistake. All right. That’s over and done with; they’ll get theirs. Now let’s get down to business. What do you know about that big plantation up river, the one called ‘Pirate’s Haven’?”

      “Nothin’.” Jeems’ answer was clear. The hostility was gone from his voice; nothing remained but an even tonelessness.

      “Come now, I know you have reason to be hot. But this is business. I’ll make it worth your while—”

      “Nothin’,” answered Jeems as concisely as before.

      “You can’t expect us to believe that. I followed you one night.”

      “Yo’ did?” The challenge was unmistakable.

      “I did. So you see I know something of you. Something which even the present owner does not. Say the ghost in the hall, for example.”

      There was the sound of a deeply drawn breath.

      “So you see it is to your advantage to listen to us,” continued the Boss smoothly.

      “What do you want?”

      Val knew disappointment at that question. Would Jeems surrender as easily as that?

      “Just an explanation of how you get into the house unseen.”

      “Yo’ll nevah know!” The swamper’s reply came swift and clear.

      “No? Well, I’d think twice before I held to that answer if I were you,” purred the other softly. “A word to the Ralestones about those nightly walks of yours—”

      “Won’t give yo’ what yo’ want,” replied Jeems shrewdly.

      “I see. Perhaps I have been using the wrong approach,” observed the Boss composedly. “You work for a living, don’t you?”

      “Yes.”

      “Then you know the value of money. What is your price? Come on, we won’t haggle.”

      The Boss’ impatience colored his tone. “How much do you want for this information?”

      “Nothin’!”

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