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hunts up Vee and passes her the word.
"What do you know about that?" says I. "Pikin' off for a joy ride all
by their three-somes!"
"I suppose Captain Killam has found where his treasure island is," says
Vee, "and is going to put it on exhibition. You know, he was out by
himself ever so long to-day."
"He ought to be able to pick out something likely from among all of
these," says I. "Islands is what this country seems to be long on.
And they got a spiffy night for it, ain't they?"
"I think Auntie might have taken us along," says Vee, a bit pouty.
"We're no treasure hunters," I reminds her. "We're just to help out
the pleasure-cruisin' bluff. Who there is to put it over on I don't
quite catch, though. Ain't there any population in this part of the
map?"
Vee thinks she can see a light 'way up the shore on Sanibel and another
off towards the mainland; but the fact remains that here's a whole lot
of perfectly good moonlight goin' to waste.
"If one of the iron steamboats could only wander down here with a Coney
Island mob aboard," says I, "wouldn't they just eat this up? Think of
'em dancin' on the decks and-- Say, what's the matter with our
startin' a little something like that?"
"Let's!" says Vee.
So we had a deck steward lug the music machine up out of the cabin, set
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