voice.

"Well, don't you worry till you see what we can do. I want to see your
father anyhow about this bill-case business, so I'll come around this
afternoon, and if he doesn't let you off to-day maybe he will to-morrow.
Just trust your Uncle Darcy for getting where he starts out to go. Skip
along home, Georgina, and tell your mother I want to borrow you for the
afternoon."

An excited little pink whirlwind with a jumping rope going over and over
its head, went flying up the street toward the end of the beach. A
smiling old man with age looking out of his faded blue eyes but with the
spirit of boyhood undimmed in his heart, walked slowly down towards the
town. And on the bottom step of the Green Stairs, his arm around Captain
Kidd, the boy sat watching them, looking from one to the other as long as
they were in sight. The heart of him was pounding deliciously to the
music of such phrases as, _"Fathoms deep, lonely beach, spade and
pickaxe, skull and crossbones, bags of golden doubloons and chests of
ducats and pearls!"_




Chapter V

In the Footsteps of Pirates



The weirs, to which they took their way that afternoon in the Towncrier's