“Nay, good master, we dare not.” “Stuff and nonsense,” said Ned, laughing; “how can you be geese enough to believe in such old women’s tales. Get up off your knees at once, I say, and don’t stick there shivering like leaves. I have lived in the Hall this many a year, and have never seen anything of the kind. I only wish I could come across the rascals who are playing such tricks, that’s all; I’d soon find out whether they were ghosts or not.” “Would you? Ha! ha!” said suddenly a voice. “What was that? Who spoke?” said Ned, colouring with anger. “Would you? Ha! ha! then you shall soon have a chance, bold youth,” said the voice again. “Who or what is that?” said old Sir Richard, starting. “That’s him, master; that’s him! the ghosts! ho-o-o!” said Roger, with chattering teeth. “This is strange,” thought Wildfire Ned, “there cannot be any doubt but that there is some mystery hanging about the old Hall. I have long been persuaded of it, but it will not do to let my uncle or his people know what I think of this mystery.” “What is that you are saying, Edward?” asked Sir Richard. “Nothing, uncle,” he replied. “I was only smiling at the foolish fears of these tremblers here.” “Come, rouse up all of you,” said old Sir Richard; “and follow me!” “That’s just what I was about to propose, uncle,” said Ned. “We’ll soon get to the bottom of this strange affair.” Arming himself with a sword, Wildfire Ned led the way, lamp in hand. “I’ll lead the way,” said he; “follow me! Uncle you can remain behind; there is nothing to fear. I care not for a hundred skeletons, or ghosts either; follow me.” CHAPTER VI. THE SKELETON CREW AT DARLINGTON HALL—THE CONFLICT BETWEEN THE SERVANTS—DEFEAT OF THE SKELETON CREW BY WILDFIRE NED. Every one knew what a brave, bold, adventurous boy Wildfire Ned was, and directly he said “follow me,” each one regained his courage, and prepared to follow him. They were all unarmed save Ned; but Roger, very cunning, stole a short poker from the fire-grate without being perceived, and stuffed it under his coat.