"I am sure if we play ghosts, or something like that, we'll scare Tad Sobber out of his wits." "It's a risky thing to do," mused the eldest Rover.

"We might get caught at it." Nevertheless, he was rather in favor of the plan, and when the Merrick party stopped again, for Cuffer to take a stone out of his shoe, they "cut into" the woods and pushed forward with all speed.

It was hard work, but they were in deadly earnest, and did not let the vines and brushwood deter them.
"Now, the question is, How are we to scare them ?" said Dick, after they had regained the trail, well in advance of Sid Merrick and his followers.
"Let us play ghosts ?" said Sam.
"We might black up and play niggers on the warpath, with big clubs," suggested Tom.
"And get shot down," interrupted Dick.

"No, I think the ghosts idea is as good as anything.

Quick, take off your coats and tie your handkerchiefs over your faces." The boys had on light colored outing shirts, and these, with the handkerchiefs over their faces, made them look quite ghostlike in the gloom under the trees.
"Now, when the time comes groan," said Tom "Ghosts always groan, you know." "And let us order them back," added Sam.
"But be sure to do it in very ghostlike tones," warned Dick.