“Thanks, I’m quite all right,” I said, and as I spoke two large genuine tears welled up into my eyes.  I hadn’t realized till I felt them smarting on my eyelids how deeply hurt I was at the unnatural behavior of Aunt Jane.

“Ah—­I’m afraid you are really not quite all right!” returned the Honorable Cuthbert with profound concern.  “Tell me what’s the matter—­please do!”

I shook my head.  “It’s nothing—­you couldn’t help me.  It’s just—­Aunt Jane.”

“Your aunt?  Has she been kicking-up a bit?  I thought she looked rather a mild sort.”

“Oh—­mild!  That’s just it—­so mild that she has let this awful Higglesby-Browne person get possession of her body and soul.”

“Oh, I say, aren’t you a bit rough on Miss Browne?  Thought she was a rather remarkable old party—­goes in strong for intellect and all that, you know.”

“That’s just what fooled Aunt Jane so—­but, I thought a man would know better.”  My feathers were ruffled again.

“Well, fact is, I’m not so much up in that sort of thing myself,” he admitted modestly.  “Rather took her word for it and all that, you know.  There’s Shaw, though—­cleverest chap going, I assure you.  I rather fancy Miss Browne couldn’t pull the wool over his eyes much.”

“She evidently did, though,” I said snappishly, “since he’s let her rope him in for such a wild goose chase as this!” In my heart I felt convinced that the clever Mr. Shaw was merely Miss Browne’s partner in imposture.

“Oh, really, now.  Miss Harding, you don’t think it’s that—­that the thing’s all moonshine?” He stared at me in grieved surprise.

“Why, what else can it be?” I demanded, driven by my wrongs to the cruelty of shattering his illusions.  “Who ever heard of a pirate’s treasure that wasn’t moonshine?  The moment I had read Aunt Jane’s letter telling of the perfectly absurd business she was setting out on I rushed down by the first boat.  Of course I meant to take her back with me, to put a stop to all this madness; but I was too late—­and you’re glad of it, I dare say!”

“I can’t help being glad, you know,” he replied, the color rising to his ingenuous cheeks.  “It’s so frightfully jolly having you along.  Only I’m sorry you came against your will.  Rather fancy you had it in your head that we were a band of cutthroats, eh?  Well, the fact is I don’t know much about the two chaps Miss Browne picked up, though I suspect they are a very decent sort.  That odd fish, Captain Magnus, now—­he was quite Miss Browne’s own find, I assure you.  And as to old H. H.—­Tubbs, you know—­Miss Browne met up with him on the boat coming down.  The rum old chap got on her soft side somehow, and first thing she had appointed him secretary and treasurer—­as though we were a meeting of something.  Shaw was quite a bit upset about it.  He and I were a week later in arriving—­came straight on from England with the supplies, while Miss Browne fixed things up with the little black-and-tan country that owns the island.  I say, Miss Harding, you’re bound to like Shaw no end when you know him—­he’s such a wonderfully clever chap!”