"Oh! I know!" she exclaimed. "It's the house and everything. Tell you what," she seized him by the arm; "there's a little old-fashioned farmhouse down in one corner of our estate. It was there when we bought it and has been kept just the same ever since. Even the furniture, red plush chairs, kitchen stove and everything, are there. We'll go down there and have a regular frolic sometime, popcorn, molasses candy, checkers and everything. We've a wonderful cook who once lived on a farm. We'll take her along as a chaperon. Now will you come? Will you?" she urged eagerly.
"Why—why—"
"If you don't," she held up a warning finger, "I'll come up and visit you in that secret wireless room of yours just as I once said I would."
"In that case," said Curlie, "I suppose I'll have to surrender. And," he added happily, "here we are, back to dear old North America, without any gold but with a lot to be thankful for."
The boat was bumping against the dock. Giving his arm a squeeze the girl dashed away.
CHAPTER XXV
OFF ON ANOTHER WILD CHASE
A few nights later Curlie was back in the secret tower room. He was busy as ever running down trouble.