Cursed be the treasureDrake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
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Cursed be the treasure
Drake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
I sent out a flying thought to Dirk and his vow of vengeance. Could it
be possible that Jenny's father was the King's Man?
"Jenny," I said, "I tell you it's a ghost. I've heard it before. I've
seen it." And to take her mind from her father I told her a jumbled-up
story, part true, part imaginary, of how once I thought I had heard my
friend calling to me in the night, and had risen, and had been led I
knew not where, and had found a skeleton in the darkness; and it was
the ghost of the skeleton that had been calling me all the time. I
ended: "They call as though it's somebody you know. Then you want to
get up and go to them, and then they catch you."
Jenny lay quiet for a minute, then said, "Tommy, that's a lovely story.
Tell me another."
I was immensely relieved to realize that she didn't believe me, for as
I finished the tale it came to me with a flash of fear that she might
want to know how it was I had ever lived in the house.
"To-morrow," I answered her, for I was weary.
I expected her to insist in her imperious way on another recital then
and there, but she said, "I'm tired, Tommy. Good night."
"Good night," I returned, and was soon asleep.
I awoke early, and crept out of my cover. Jenny was still sleeping. I
threw her a look; then crossed to the window, and climbed down.
When I arrived on the scene for breakfast the Captain was somewhat
surprised to see me. "Back again?" he cried.
I looked at Jenny and answered, "I'm not going to school any more."
The Captain laughed uproariously; but Jenny said, "You'll stay at
school with me. Daddy'll teach us."
I thought then that school had prospects of interest for a boy.
CHAPTER XVI
ABOU
For a few days I was so happy that I believe I had even forgotten my
father. The Captain was immensely amused at the decided way in which I
had established myself as one of the household, and when I told him I
had no intention of returning to Rancey Bridge he chuckled delightedly
to himself as though at some secret joke, and then in a whisper
confided to me that he too had run away from school, nodding his head
at me and winking shrewdly.
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