"The ha'nts."
"Nobody else?"
"No, it isn't likely. It's at the head of Brook Cove where the pirates used to come in at a day when it was laughable to think that passenger boats would ever touch at this island."
Veronica's eyes grew rounder than before.
"Do you suppose there's gold packed in around there if people could only find it?"
"I don't, but a great many people thought there might be. It is much more fun to hunt for pirate gold than to go fishing in squally weather, and it has been hunted for, faithfully."
"And not any found?" said Veronica sympathetically.
"That's the mournful fact."
"But who were the farmers, and why did they stop farming? Was it the ghosts?"