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With that parting shot he turned and went in. Lucy arrived shortly before noon. She was accompanied by a portion of her large family four, Val counted, including that Sam who had become Ricky's faithful shadow. "What's all dis Ah heah 'bout some mans sayin' he am de Ralestone?" she demanded of Ricky. "De policemans oughta lock him up. Effen he comes botherin' 'roun' heah agin I'll ten' to him!"
Back into their sinister beetle-car went the invaders and then they were gone down the drive, leaving the Ralestones in possession of the victorious field. "Now," Val said plaintively, "will somebody please tell me just what this is all about? Who is Jeems, really?" "Just who I said," answered Creighton promptly. "Roderick St. Jean Ralestone, the only descendant of your pirate ancestor."
"If you mean the Ralestones, why, we got here last night," Val answered. "Yo'all is Mistuh Ralestone, suh?" He took off his wide-brimmed straw hat and twisted it in his oversized hands. "I'm Valerius Ralestone. My brother Rupert is the owner." "Well, Mistuh Ralestone, suh, I'se yo'all's fahmah from 'cross wata. Mistuh LeFleah, he says dat yo'all is come to live heah agin.
Prudence urged that they return to the house and send Sam Two or some other messenger down to the cross-roads store to summon the police by phone. Prudence however had never successfully advised any Ralestone. They had a decided taste for fighting their own battles. So, torch in hand, Val dropped into the hole. And a moment later Ricky slid down to join him. They stood in a rough passage.
Harrison might have done wonders for the house but he had allowed the garden to lapse into a wilderness. "Val!" "Coming!" he shouted and pushed back through the curtain. He could hear Rupert moving about the lower hall. "Just made it in time," he said as the younger Ralestone limped down to join him. "Hear that?" A steady pattering outside was growing into a wild dash of wind-driven rain.
"Sugar," Rupert interrupted Val, pushing his coffee-cup in the general direction of Ricky without raising his eyes from the page in his hand. She giggled. "So that's what we lack. Well, now we know. How much sugar should we have, Rupert? Rupert Mr. Rupert Ralestone Mr. Rupert Ralestone of Pirate's Haven!"
"But there's nothing you can do now " "It ain't the cabin. Ah gotta git the chest " "The one in the cabin?" His black eyes were fixed upon Val's, and then they swerved and rested upon the wall behind the young Ralestone. "Ah gotta git the chest," he repeated simply. And Val knew that he would. He would get out of bed and go into the swamp after that treasure of his.
Heah is fiv' dollahs gol' money an' yo' kin hav' youah hoss. An' Bob, he say, 'Cap'n Miles, dese heah Yankees done said I'se free but dey ain't done said dat I ain't a Ralestone man.
And on the terrace stood the home a Ralestone had not set foot in for over fifty years Pirate's Haven. "It looks " Ricky stared up, "why, it looks just like the picture Mr. Harrison painted!" "Which proves why he is now in Italy," Val returned. "But he did capture it on canvas." "Gray stone and those diamond-paned windows and that squatty tower. But it isn't like a Southern home at all!
So mah woman, she says dat Ah should see if yo'all is heah yet and does yo'all want anythin'. Lucy, she's bin a-livin' heah, dat is, her mammy and pappy and her pappy's mammy and pappy has bin heah since befo' old Massa Ralestone done gone 'way. So Lucy, she jest nachely am oneasy 'bout yo'all not gettin' things comfo'ble." "That is kind of her," Val answered heartily.
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