"No," I said, "you're not to dig; I'll do that. You're to go down to my launch and eat. I brought a lunch basket along. How could a hungry man find buried treasure, or a hungry woman, either?" "You're awfully, awfully generous," she smiled, "but let me stay here for a while and watch you. I'm sure you'll find the treasure before long. Then we can go and eat _together_." "Delighted," I said. "Your presence will encourage me. You're the sort of a partner to spur a man to do his best." "Thanks," she answered, and I thought she flushed a little. She watched me as I dug silently and perspiringly for the better part of half an hour. From the treasure-hunting stories I had read I knew exactly what sound to expect when my spade should scrape against the casket in which the treasure lay. When I had reached a depth of perhaps four feet, the work grew tiresome. Graham stirred about uneasily. At last she spoke. "Would you mind listening to a suggestion from your partner?" she inquired. I was glad of an opportunity to stop digging. "No, indeed," I answered, resting on my shovel and looking up at her. "How tall are you?" she asked, it seemed to me irrelevantly. "Twenty-nine--I mean five-feet-eleven-and-a-half," I answered. "How old are you?" She gave me a cool glance. "I don't think my age has any bearing on the matter," she replied with dignity. "You asked _me_ a leading question," I plead. "Don't be silly," she said. "Listen; it occurs to me that you are much taller than our common uncle was, and----" "He _was_ common," I interrupted, "it took a common mind to devise a miserable trick like this!" "Mr. Spencer," she said sharply, "do you wish to hear what I have to say, or do you not?" "Partner," I replied contritely, "I _do_, and I beg a thousand pardons for interrupting with my foolish prattle." "A fitting apology," Graham said, with what seemed to me an effort at severity. "What I have been trying to suggest was this: You are almost six feet tall. Uncle Abner was much shorter; also he was old. Is it not possible that you have paced off longer steps than he took?" "Bully!" I cried, scrambling out of the pit which I had digged. "You're a partner to be proud of!" "I should think," she ventured, "that my steps would give about the right measure. I had the map worked out all wrong; it remained for you to solve _that_ part. But I'm awfully glad to be of some use in the partnership." She picked up her dainty skirts and paced the distance off, I standing by, meanwhile, to watch her graceful movements and her trim, pretty feet. The point which she ultimately reached was several yards nearer the hut than where my hole was dug. Somewhat cooler from the short cessation of my labors, I now pitched in anew. Two feet; three feet; three-and-a-half. Was this to be another false scent? When I reached a depth of about four feet I paused and looked at her.