"The door was opened by a plain, timid-looking soul, who said that she was the Widow Dargeon; and yes, she could give the young gentleman the best bed in the village, if he was set upon staying in Radulgo. So Roger unslung his kit and ate the hot meal that the widow set before him; then he turned outdoors again to walk up the beach and see what manner of place he had come upon.
"But the Widow Dargeon ran after him to the door.
"'Heed an old woman's words, sir,' said she, all trembling. 'Don't venture up the beach today. All's wrong, and the fye-token was seen among the dunes last night.'"
"May I ask what a fye-token is?" said Joan.
"The fye-token," said Jim, "is a ghostly light which burns where no light should be, and it is the illest omen that can be seen.
"'And don't, of any means, go toward Rangor Head,' said the widow, 'for 't is there something might harm you.'
"'Indeed?' said Roger. 'Then Rangor Head is where I shall go.' For was he not in search of adventure?
"He pushed out at the door and strode off up the beach. Before him, perhaps a mile or
