Georgina of the Rainbows

otsteps o

ap in any waters thereabouts," the old man told them. And it happened that the net held an unusually large catch that

All the crew were Portuguese. The man who helped them climb over was Joe Fayal, father of Manuel and Joseph and Rosa. He stood like a young brown Neptune, his white teeth flashing when he laughed, a pitchf

t _The Betsey_ suddenly turned into a Brigantine. Perched up on one of the masts, an unseen spectator, he watched a mutiny flare up among the sailors, and saw that "strutting, swaggering villain, John Quelch, throw the captain overb

rded throats--(wonderful how Uncle Darcy's thin,

e lives, I

te's b

ap may, he

s an' bun

ork he's

easurin'

in sure to

h the rum

l (What a bloody fight it was!), and sailed away with a dazzling store of treas

ompletely that as they rowed slowly back to town he did not see a single house in it, although every western window-pane flashed back the out-going sun like a

limb out at the boat-landing, he had somewhat of the dazed feeling of that honest s

ip, so light of foot and quick of movement that she was in the lead all the way to the Green Stairs. There she

Wish I knew which one would be the

igging for what?" She, too, had

you," she volu

, as if he were taking her measure

n't. You'r

lazed defiantly and she tossed back her curls with a proud little uplift of the chin. It must be acknowledged t

into the night and go along a lonely

rom heroes like _I_ am. I don't want to be braggity, but I'd have you to know they put up that big monument o

iner scorn. With a flirt of her short skirts Georg

about it. Besides, he didn't want her to go off in that independent way as if she meant never to co

wasn't brave," h

en stopped, turni

if you ain't I don't know as I'd mind taking you along. That is,"

all the way around and

o prove herself worthy to be taken on suc

t afraid of yourself, and tell me

d several terrors at which he stoutly shook his head, but pre

or to go to a graveyard in the dead of the

Richard evaded the question

d they saw old Injun Joe come with the lanter

a graveyard at midnight, though nothing could have induced him to admit this to Georgina. As far back as he could remember he had had an unreasoning dread

himself directly beside a long brown one, smelling of varnish, and with silver handles. His nurse's tales had much to do with creating this repulsion, also her threat

if you're game enough to go to the graveyard and walk clear across it all by you

ten tombstones," it would have been no test at all of Georgina's courage. Strange, h

ht now," h

t," she answered, "let

By the time we'd get to a graveyard it would

ssion. But this was something one couldn't explain very well a

ed with thin patches of beach and poverty grass, and a sparse growth of scraggly pines, it was a desolate spot at any time, and now doubly

oiled up the steep hill. The sand was so deep that she plunged in over her shoe-tops at every step. Once on top it was easier going. The matted beach grass made a firm turf. She st

st her ear-drums. She looked back. Richard was watching, and she was to wave her hand each time she touched a stone so that he could keep count with

e ran on and read and touched another. "Lost at sea," that one said, and under the next slabs slept "Deliverance" and "Experience," "Mercy," and "Thankful." W

d, a slim little silhouette against the darkening sky, her hands clasped in amazement. Suddenly she turned and came tearing down the hill, floun

rrified exit. "What did you see?" But she would not speak until she had squeezed between the palings

there with _skulls and cross-bones o

nd in a moment each was convinced by the other's mere manner that the

p and loo

ronizing tone. "Besides, there isn't time now. It's get

s worrying about her long absence, maybe imagining that something had happened to _The Betsey_. She startad homeward, half running, b

he said. "Those pirate graves prove that a lot of 'em l

t at this tacit admission o

pictures made of _us_ doing all sorts of things. Won't it be fu

t to be in the pictures, too, but we'll have the say-so, and only

ewd answer. "Everybody will want to see what their child looks like in the movies

y. "You're a partner worth h

st incense to Georgina. Sh

ngs when once I get started," s

ch valuable suggestions. There was a gleam of gold in the brown curls which bobbed

maginations, each fired by the other, shoveled out the coin which the picture show was to yield them, in the same way that the fis

parted at the Green Stairs. "Cross your heart and

sign and promise, as grav

r and cousin, James Milford, watched

on his shoulders," observed Cousin James. "Pity

have. I don't know what he's got on his mind now, but whatever it is I'll wager it is more