out in your hand and drop it in the milk."

Richard slowly poured a small mound out into the hollow of his hand, and
passed the horn back to her, then went to the kitchen whistling for
Captain Kidd. Not all of the powder went into the milk, however. The last
bit he swallowed himself, after looking at it long and thoughtfully.

At the same moment, Georgina, before putting back the plug, paused,
looked all around, and poured out a few grains into her own hand. If the
Tishbite was going to do anybody any harm, it would be well to be
prepared. She had just hastily swallowed it and was hanging the horn back
in place, when Richard returned.

"He lapped up the last drop as if he liked it," he reported. "Now we'll
see what happens."




Chapter VIII

The Telegram that Took Barby Away



The painting of Richard's portrait interfered with the quest for buried
treasure from day to day; but unbeknown either to artist or model, the
dreams of that quest helped in the fashioning of the picture. In the
preliminary sittings in the studio at home Richard's father found it
necessary always to begin with some exhortation such as: