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Chalk's startled gaze. "It will be when he's done it," retorted the determined Miss Vickers. "It's a secret," explained Mr. Tredgold, addressing his staring friend. "And you must swear to keep it if it's told you. That's what she means. I've had to and so has Stobell." A fierce grunt from Mr.
"You understand well enough," was the reply. "When that girl came whistling over the fence last night you said you thought it was a bird." "I did," said Mr. Chalk, hastily taking a spoonful of egg. Mrs. Chalk's face flamed. "What sort of bird?" she demanded. "Singin' bird," replied her husband, with nervous glibness. Mrs. Chalk left the room. Mr.
"I sha'n't do anything," said Captain Bowers, impatiently, as he rose and knocked out his half-smoked pipe, "and I never want to hear another word about that treasure as long as I live. I'm tired of it. It has caused more mischief and unpleasantness than than it is worth. They are welcome to it for me." Mr. Chalk's foot had scarcely touched the deck of the schooner when Mr.
"I've already warned that young woman off once. You'd better start tonight." He leaned back in his chair and surveyed the company pleasantly. Somewhat to Mr. Chalk's disappointment Mr. Tredgold began to discuss agriculture, and they were still on that theme when they rose to depart some time later.
"I've already warned that young woman off once. You'd better start tonight." He leaned back in his chair and surveyed the company pleasantly. Somewhat to Mr. Chalk's disappointment Mr. Tredgold began to discuss agriculture, and they were still on that theme when they rose to depart some time later.
"The fact is," said the captain, in a more gentle voice "the fact is, I can't." "Can't?" repeated the other. "It is not very pleasant to keep on refusing friends," said the captain, making amends for his harshness by pouring a serious overdose of whisky into Mr. Chalk's glass, "and it's only natural for you to be anxious about it, so I removed the temptation out of my way."
"Some of the crew have escaped ashore," said Mr. Chalk. Striking inland, so as to get the shelter of the trees, they made their way cautiously towards the boat. Colour was lent to Mr. Chalk's surmise by the fact that it was fairly well laden with stores.
My idea is to buy a small, stout sailing-craft second-hand; ship a crew ostensibly for a pleasure trip, and sail as soon as possible." Mr. Chalk's face brightened. "And we'll take some beads, and guns, and looking-glasses, and trade with the natives in the different islands we pass," he said, cheerfully. "We may as well see something of the world while we're about it." Mr.
Still a little nervous, he watched his wife to the end of the garden and saw her crane her head over the fence. By the time she returned he was sitting in an attitude of careless ease, with his back to the window. "Well?" he said, with assurance. Mrs. Chalk stood stock-still, and the intensity of her gaze drew Mr. Chalk's eyes to her face despite his will.
The captain smiled and shook his head; the other watched him narrowly. "You know of some treasure?" he said, with conviction. "Not what you could call sunken," said the captain, driven to bay. Mr. Chalk's pale-blue eyes opened to their fullest extent. "Ingots?" he queried. The other shook his head. "It's a secret," he remarked; "we won't talk about it."
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