up he spoke for the first time since leaving the weirs.

"Wish I knew the boys in this town. Wish I knew which one would be the
best to get to go digging with me."

Georgina did not need to ask, "digging for what?" She, too, had been
thinking of buried treasure.

"_I'll_ go with you," she volunteered sweetly.

He turned on her an inquiring look, as if he were taking her measure,
then glanced away indifferently.

"You couldn't. You're a girl."

It was a matter-of-fact statement with no suspicion of a taunt in it, but
it stung Georgina's pride. Her eyes blazed defiantly and she tossed back
her curls with a proud little uplift of the chin. It must be acknowledged
that her nose, too, took on the trifle of a tilt. Her challenge was
unspoken but so evident that he answered it.

"Well, you know you couldn't creep out into the night and go along a
lonely shore into dark caves and everything."

"_Pity_ I couldn't!" she answered with withering scorn. "I could go
anywhere _you_ could, anybody descended from heroes like _I_
am. I don't want to be braggity, but I'd have you to know they put up
that big monument over there for one of them, and another was a Minute-
man. With all that, for you to think I'd be afraid! _Tut!_"