"Why didn't you have Captain Bill come up and dig!" I called to her, as the man from my launch appeared with the shovels. "I didn't want to let him know about the treasure," she replied. "I don't think it's safe." "That's a good idea," said I, taking the shovels from my man and telling him to return to the boat and await me there. Again, for a time I watched her delve in silence. What a pretty girl she was in her trim duck suit! At last I roused myself. I had come to Lone Palm Key to look for buried treasure and I must begin at once. The chart was simple enough, now that I was on the ground. I had but to pace off twenty steps of an imaginary line running through the centre of Uncle Abner's shack, toward the lone palm tree to point "A"; then, going to the spring a few rods behind the house I must pace off twenty-seven more in the direction of the palm tree, thus establishing the point "B," upon the map. To find point "C," I had merely to reach a spot equidistant between points "A" and "B." Here the treasure should be buried. I rose at once and paced it out, noting as I did so that "the only other surviving relative" watched me with ill concealed anxiety. When I felt sure that I had found point "C," I threw my coat upon the sand, seized a shovel and began to dig. Watching Graham (some forty feet away) from the corner of my eye, I presently discovered that she was coming toward me. I dug more vigorously than ever, affecting not to notice her as she stood by and watched me. At last she spoke. "I don't think," she ventured, "I _really_ don't think you're digging in exactly the right place." Her voice betrayed no certainty, however. "I'm satisfied," I said. "You let me dig here and you can have all the rest of the key for your own purposes." She was silent for a time. "I thought perhaps"--she said at last, her voice quavering, "I thought that I might help you." "Oh, I'm a pretty good digger, thanks," said I. "Don't you think," she said, "that our maps may not be just alike?" "Oh, _my_ map is all right," I answered.' After watching me for a moment more: "I'm completely worn out," she said, "digging here all day in the hot sun. I think I'll have to go." She turned and walked a step or two, then: "I am _hungry_, too," she added weakly. "I'm sorry," I replied. "But you know when I came up at first, wanting to help you, you sent me off about my business." "Yes," she answered sadly, "I did, and it was rude. I am sorry. But I did want that treasure so much!" I could resist her no longer when I saw that there were tears in those big eyes of hers. "Suppose," I suggested, "we make it partners?" "Oh, would you?" she exclaimed, advancing eagerly. "Yes," I said, "if you'll do just what I tell you to." "Wait!" she cried, "I'll get my shovel."