"Any one got a better plan ?" No one had.

They had no plans at all, but were too dazed by this last trick that had been played on them to be able to think at all clearly.
They reached the shore and George stepped out.

His foot had no more than touched the ground before that same wailing cry rang in their ears again.
"I tell you it's a banshee," cried Larry, his shock of red hair fairly standing on end.
"We will attend to the ghosts after we have found the 'Red Rover'," answered George.

His face had paled slightly at the sound, and he admitted to himself that he felt creepy.

He was glad that they were going away from their camp for a time.