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“What is it?”
“I told you a few moments ago, didn’t I, that the Parson was excited over the possibility of finding a treasure?”
The girl was staring at Mark with a look of interest and curiosity. That single hint was enough for her quick-witted mind, and her beautiful face was lit up with excitement in a moment.
“Jeminy!” she cried. “That’s so! Oo! Let me help, won’t you? We’ll fool the Parson with a treasure!”
During the next half hour those two conspirators, completely oblivious of everything, just sat and whispered and chuckled. They were off in a lonely corner with no one to overhear them, and they put their heads together and concocted schemes by the bushel, getting more and more excited and hilarious every moment. And then suddenly Mark sprang up with a cry of delight, said good-by in a hurry and rushed away.
“I must tell the rest of the Seven!” he laughed. “This is too good to keep! And oh, say, if we can work it! Whoop!”
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