"Do save yourself a lot of trouble," I warned again, "by taking me now, Graham, instead of waiting until I get you." "I suppose," she said, "I suppose I might at well." I shan't tell you what happened then, but in my haste to do something (mind I don't say what) I almost tumbled into Uncle Abner's treasure pit. * * * * * The "Jennie May" sailed home, a little later, without the passenger she had brought to Lone Palm Key. Graham and I returned in the steam launch. When I insisted that the only two surviving relatives of Uncle Abner be made one at once, Graham said--you know what she said, as well as I do. She simply couldn't help it. It was: "But, really, this is so sudden!" END [Illustration: C. D. Williams' Idea of the Heroine.]