"Let us go to Grande Terre to-morrow?" said Robert in a low voice.

"What shall we do there?"

"Climb up the hill to the old fort and look at the little wriggling gold

snakes, and watch the lizards sun themselves."

She gazed away toward Grande Terre and thought she would like to be

alone there with Robert, in the sun, listening to the ocean's roar and

watching the slimy lizards writhe in and out among the ruins of the old

fort.

"And the next day or the next we can sail to the Bayou Brulow," he went

on.

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"What shall we do there?"

"Anything--cast bait for fish."

"No; we'll go back to Grande Terre. Let the fish alone."

"We'll go wherever you like," he said. "I'll have Tonie come over and

help me patch and trim my boat. We shall not need Beaudelet nor any one.

Are you afraid of the pirogue?"

"Oh, no."

"Then I'll take you some night in the pirogue when the moon shines.

Maybe your Gulf spirit will whisper to you in which of these islands the

treasures are hidden--direct you to the very spot, perhaps."

"And in a day we should be rich!" she laughed. "I'd give it all to you,

the pirate gold and every bit of treasure we could dig up. I think you

would know how to spend it. Pirate gold isn't a thing to be hoarded or

utilized. It is something to squander and throw to the four winds, for

the fun of seeing the golden specks fly."

"We'd share it, and scatter it together," he said. His face flushed.

They all went together up to the quaint little Gothic church of Our Lady

of Lourdes, gleaming all brown and yellow with paint in the sun's glare.

Only Beaudelet remained behind, tinkering at his boat, and Mariequita

walked away with her basket of shrimps, casting a look of childish ill

humor and reproach at Robert from the corner of her eye.




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