The boys wheeled abruptly, only to hear right in front of them a dismaying chorus of ghostly noises.
"Let's go!" urged Larry.

"It's surely a lot of banshees!" "Great Scott! Look!" quivered Sam, pointing with trembling finger.
In the faint light the boys made out a white figure that might have been anywhere from seven to ten feet in height.

The boys were too scared to judge of length.

The awful thing raised its draped arms, a frightful scream sounding on the air.
At that Billy lost his grip on Larry's arm.

Goheen made no apologies, but made a straight, swift dash for camp.
The other boys hesitated for a few brief seconds; then they, too, headed for camp.