I'm sure I don't know. I think too much jewelry is horrid."

"I suppose some folks think that is the one way to let others know that
they have money."

Nan drew a deep breath. "Look at the moon, Walter, isn't it simply
wonderful?"

"Sure is. And I think----"

Walter came to a sudden stop. Another motor boat had loomed up, running
dangerously close to the _Bargain Rush_.

"Hi, keep away from there!" called out the boy.

"They'll run into us!" exclaimed Nan, in sudden alarm.

"Don't get scared, sonny!" sang out a man in the other motor boat and
then he suddenly veered out of the way, but with only an inch or two to
spare.

"The great big clown!" burst out Walter, in just anger. "He did that
just to give us a scare."

"It was no way to do," said Nan. She was not a little shaken by the
unexpected happening.

"I hope he runs into a tree, or a rock, or something."

"There he goes, along the other shore of the lake," said Nan, a few
seconds later. "See, I think he is trying to scare the folks in that
other motor boat."

"He's either crazy or a fool," murmured Walter.

The unknown motorist was evidently amusing himself at the expense of
those less daring than himself, and he raced up and down the lake
several times. But soon a larger motor boat put out and bore down upon
him.

"We've been laying for you," said a man who was evidently an official.
"You'll not try any more of those tricks."

"That's right--place him under arrest," said another man, one who had
come close to suffering a collision. "I'll make a charge against him."

"I was only having a little fun," whined the man who had been racing
around.

"You can tell your story at the police station," was the answer. And
then the fellow was placed under arrest.

Nan and Walter continued their ride in the moonlight, and soon the
unpleasant incident was forgotten. They talked of their good times at
Palm Beach, and then the youth referred to what Nan proposed to do for
Mrs. Bragley.

"Nan, I'm awfully sorry you are so worried about those old property
papers," remarked Walter presently. "Why don't you turn them over to my
dad?"

"I thought you'd say that, Walter," she returned. "I've been expecting
it. Why don't I? Well, to tell the truth, I don't know. I--I guess I am
a little headstrong about it."

"Headstrong?" he repeated, plainly puzzled.

"Yes. You see Bess and the others think I am so--so--well, so scared I
can't keep them in my possession. W