“There’s a whole row of tombstones up there with _skulls and cross-bones on them! They must be pirate graves!"_
Her mysterious air was so contagious that he answered in a whisper, and in a moment each was convinced by the other’s mere manner that their suspicion was true. Presently Georgina spoke in her natural voice.
“You go up and look at them.”
“Naw, I’ll take your word for it,” he answered in a patronizing tone. “Besides, there isn’t time now. It’s getting too dark. They’ll be expecting me home to supper.”
Georgina glanced about her. The clouds settling heavily made it seem later than it really was. She had a guilty feeling that Barby was worrying about her long absence, maybe imagining that something had happened to _The Betsey_. She startad homeward, half running, but her pace slackened as Richard, hurrying along beside her, began to plan what they would do with their treasure when they found it.
“There’s sure to be piles of buried gold around here,” he said. “Those pirate graves prove that a lot of ’em lived here once. Let’s buy a moving picture show first.”
Georgina’s face grew radiant at this tacit admission of herself into partnership.
“Oh, yes,” she assented joyfully. “And then we can have moving pictures made of _us_ doing all sorts of things. Won’t it be fun to sit back and watch ourselves and see how we look doing ’em?”
“Say! that’s great,” he exclaimed. “All the kids in town will want to be in the pictures, too, but we’ll have the say-so, and only those who do exactly to suit us can have a chance of getting in.”
“But the more we let in the more money we’d make in the show,” was Georgina’s shrewd answer. “Everybody will want to see what their child looks like in the movies, so, of course, that’ll make people come to our show instead of the other ones.”