And think, dear Mary, how poor we are to-night, and how rich we may be to-morrow! Come, get the pail.

We must be off." Running nearly all the way,--for they were in such a hurry they could not walk,--Abner and Mary soon reached the bluff, and hastily scrambling down to the beach below, they stood upon the dreadful spot where Captain Kidd and his pirates had stood the night before.

There was the old battered pine tree, reaching out two of its bare arms encouragingly toward them.
Without loss of time Abner walked up to the tree, put his back to it, and then looked up into the sky.

Now he called Mary to him.

"Which star do you think he looked at, good wife ?" said he.